Home again home again

 I'm back, with Allenna - and a ferocious cold.

Such a relief to be home! We took the Megabus from Victoria to Toulouse which is far nicer than it sounds.
Effectivly, 9 hours to a 2 hour break in Paris then 9 hours to dawn in Toulouse where the 6.45 Carcassonne train awaited us. The bus was 25 quid; the train slightly over 12 euros. Go figure.


Bob met us and brought us home, then left for the airport and a gruelling fortnight in grey and dismal London, poor chap.




Here, the river is high and the sun is shining.

 Laughing Anna is out doing the christmas windows... here she is painting the new butchers and here is the new butchers new house, undergoing a spot of radical surgery.

The chemists is flying the flag as are several other places and the rabbits have taken to sitting under a bomb- proof trolley - apropos, when we were in Paris our resturateur told us that the Parisiens are not coming out anymore, they stay indoors with their familes and are afraid. Not like us in the days of the IRA but perhaps we have no imagination.... In SE London French flags are flying half-mast which I thought remarkable but my French friends have accepted as a just tribute; and rightly so.