Indeed we did. TGV from Paris to the Charente Maritime for Christmas at my sister and brother in laws’. French hospitality: fantastic food, good company, great wine and all very much at ease. Disarming landscapes though, even for winter: very flat, big skies, big fields, empty crane nests and set aside fields.
Les Invalides. The Ronin museum. The Louvre. The D’Orsay. Eighteen miles of walking at least. Back up the Champ Elysses again and again, through the Christmas crowds and Santa Claus on a high wire. The locks on bridges: I don’t quite understand the penchant for combination locks; it seems like a bit of a cop out. Couldn’t you come back and remove it if it all went sour? It’s not as if you’ve thrown the combination in the Seine? I […]
After Bruges, Paris. We must have walked close to 20 miles down the left bank and up the right bank in the two days we were there. Sunday morning we came across this bench close to the Eiffel tower. I can’t be totally sure, but it looks pretty much like the same bench where 25 years ago a friend and myself spent the night chatting and drinking cheap red wine with a fellow hobo, whilst failing heroically to hitch […]
Dictionary definition of a homeport is: “The port from which a vessel primarily operates, regardless of its registry”. I think the idea of a home port is a good one, it’s like a default position, somewhere where you can take stock and resupply. The past few weeks I’ve had an overwhelming feeling of calmness and clarity, which if you ask anyone who knows me well is 1. Odd, or 2. More than likely post- indigestion or lack of sleep. But […]
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