and what better location is there for a hotel in Paris than on the Pont Neuf, on the Isle de la cite. Its like being right on the prow of a great ship sailing majestically up the Seine, with all the glory of Paris laid out before me.
So - happiness is a hot shower with lashings of creamy, smooth hotel soap and a plug hole that actually lets the water out instead of leaving it swirling round my feet. Happiness is pain chocolat, and the autumn colours on the trees along the Seine, happiness is being solvent enough to be able to afford taxi rides instead of battling with the metro because I've done something to my ribcage and can no longer carry my rucksack and now, on the very last leg of the journey happiness is wonderful neighbours I can ring and say help - I'm weak and feeble - please can someone meet me at the station?
Homecoming is.........a newspaper to read on the train to Ludlow............have I missed anything while I've been away? Has the world changed in my absence?
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