I am in here.
When I was a child, people always told me, especially in the summertime, how lucky I was to live in a house that had such an incredibly beautiful view of the river, wasn’t it though? I always agreed with them, because it was polite, though I could never see what they saw in a view… … Continue reading the view from our house
To see the place (and riots) first-hand. And almost comes back without the hand… OxBlog: IN BAN-LIEU OF PICTURES: I had a little scrape in a cité in north Aulney, and so now need to modify two claims made in my previous post. I have now met some rioters, and I no longer have pictures … Continue reading A blogger goes to Paris
“Unattended baggage will be sold as slaves” is what I thought the loudspeakers were saying yesterday as we unloaded our stuff at the curb of the airport in Cincinnati. I think I have “wishful hearing,” combining what was actually said with a silly joke plaque I’ve seen in restaurants — “Unattended children will be sold … Continue reading The end of summer
It’s hard to decide now how to get back to normal travel-blogging, but I’m going to try. Our taxi driver this afternoon assured me that Londoners are a bit used to “this sort of thing,” what with the IRA in the ‘80s and ‘90s. He said he was at the taxi rank in front of … Continue reading Trying for normal
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