Last Thursday we flew to Paris for four nights in a tres fashionable hotel, returning Monday and here yesterday evening. An exhibition of Picasso's sculpture is at the Pompidou with the Picasso musee nearby, the rue des Grands Augustins (where Pablo painted Guernica and Dora lived with her parents around the corner on rue Savoie) within easy reach of a superb creperie on l'isle Louis, both also within easy reach of the musee Rodin. We walked for miles and miles, and on Friday 14th. July wondered why Paris was so busy. Rather like, wondering what's happening in New York on the Fourth of July while gently perambulating Fifth Avenue. Yes, it's Anglos abroad.
What e-concerns await, I wonder? What does the future require of me? This won't quite present itself today, but perhaps in 2/3 weeks I feel.
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Only 52 e-letters awaiting.
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Another day with my wife. We went for lunch at a fabbo country pub nearby. We went to Dorchester to shop. We made a fabbo salad for dinner & sat in the garden to eat it. That life could be this good all the time.
"Each part does the work of that part, and no other."
