Thursday, 9 August 2012
I love Paris . . .in August.
As the song goes, or was it springtime. Anyway, we loved it. Our annual leave from the Hothouse, thanks to our wonderful cousins: normally I crave a few days at the sea but Mark needed a culture break, and so did I, I think. What is culture anyway? This is another muse for a longer blog . . .so Paris. We stayed in a tiny flat owned by our neighbours,in a small town about twenty minutes from the centre: a wonderful late thirties building a few moments stagger from the station. Here is our Limoux bag, (thanks Vanilla) starting it's tour at the foot of the steps of 'Le train Blue,' Gare de Lyon