A short break in France has been very relaxing. We spent a quiet weekend in the Lot in the silence of Grezels. From the window we could see the castle on the hill as the sun went down. The evenings were spent by the fireside reading books on British history. We witnessed the arrival of Autumn. The vines were slowly turning red, rust and deep crimson.
Paris after six years was an experience of great significance. Meeting some of my oldest and closest friends brought a joy that made two days seem so full that it felt like a week. What was new? People standing outside the offices or shops to smoke their cigarettes. I had never used Euros before and they were quite confusing. What else? The scooters and the bicycles. I didn’t expect to see so many people riding scooters to work. In a strange sort of way it reminded me of India. There were many interesting details that caught my eyes. But most of all there was something special about seeing Autumn in Paris.
