A dreadful thing

has happened. I knew it might come to it sooner or later, but I wasn’t ready yet. It should’ve been a decade away but it happened … today. Is this the beginning of the end?

Up until then I’d been having a great time wandering round Aix soaking up the atmosphere. Aix-en-Provence has been around for a while, the place simply oozes history. The Greeks first disturbed the Celtic tribes, then the ubiquitous Romans, the cathedral is built on the site of the old Roman forum.

It’s also known for having a plethora of fountains (and a street named Rifle-Rafle).

Today being Saturday, and a very warm beautiful one (27), the multitudes were out in the market, cafés and restaurants, even many French were in summer clothes. The outside tables were full and there was the buzz of conversation and an almost palpable sense that winter is over – laissez les bonnes temps rouler! Perhaps it was that sense of bonhomie that made her do it?

Worst of all, I accepted the offer.

Today, for the first time in my life, a youngster gave up her seat to me. It’s real – I’m OLD.

Pass the gin …

😦 😦 😦


So … these are my sunset years. Many sunsets are like this …

St Lucian sunset
St Lucian sunset

Pass the champagne …

🙂 🙂 🙂