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Pater humoured me this morning and we were out of the hotel by 6:15, at King’s Cross and on the Piccadilly Line by 6:30, and at Heathrow by 7:30 where there were no long lines…
View PostPater humoured me this morning and we were out of the hotel by 6:15, at King’s Cross and on the Piccadilly Line by 6:30, and at Heathrow by 7:30 where there were no long lines…
View PostI wrote this post yesterday morning, went to Publish, and realized the Wi-fi connection had been cut off partway through so I’d lost most of my work. Re-writing it with slightly less enthusiasm now that…
View PostWhat do I love about Paris, even in this sweltering, lassitude-inducing heat? !?!!!?Not the swollen feet which insist on Birkenstocks, even at the risk of disdainful looks (actually, the model I wear is v. popular…
View PostWe arrived in Paris Tuesday afternoon after a pleasant train trip from Portugal on the Sud Express and then the TGV up from Hendaye. Dining and sleeping on the train, beautiful countryside flashing past —…
View PostThe last section of our drive back from Guarda the other day was along a fairly small road through the mountains (around 1500 M), the twists and turns along the precipitous edge of the slopes…
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