Because of reading this and this, I’ve been thinking about my roots, where I come from, in as many different senses as I can think of. Well, this is one: where my uncle and aunt live in Paris. A tip of the hat to Lesley for this neat, completely non-frivolous gizmo. There are a wealth of memories associated with this place for me. Too many to put into a blog posting.
Ohmygod. Smoking in bed again. I’ll tell them to put it out. Thanks!
I hope the memories are all good. Is that smoke I see wafting from the upstairs window?