So today I’m up before 7 (and on a weekend no less) as I have an early morning summons to be detained at her majesty’s (passport office) pleasure.
Some days I really miss London. I miss the aimless wanderings in my own world, amidst the heaving throng of city dwellers. I miss being anonymous. Continue reading “London calling…”
It’s time to move on from the idyllic white sandy beaches of Florida today, and I watch out the windows, bidding farewell to the lagoons as we head to the airport. A brilliant orange butterfly dips up and down beside us keeping pace with the car, then soars up out of sight. Continue reading “Les gens de libres”
I like death. Unusual for someone who spends an inordinate amount of time panicking that their own is imminently arriving (no that’s not a blood clot Aimée-it’s just cellulite), but I enjoy learning how death is experienced within different cultures, religions, philosophical standpoints, and throughout history. Continue reading “A walk amongst the tombstones”
