Back to the city of lights, at last
A long bus journey back to bring me back to Paris from London. It passed uneventfully and I watched the film of Kazuo Ishiguro’s ‘The Remains of the Day’ on my laptop to pass the time. I arrived late but a couple of the shops were still open and would sell me some reasonable French bread.
Dad and his girlfriend had left a selection of cheese in the fridge from their stay so dinner consisted of bread and delicious cheese; had I been with friends wine would have been the drink to have, but as it was I made do with grenadine—a dinner fit for a king—and settled down to book tickets for the Paris philharmonie. As an under-26-year-old you can book tickets for as little as €8, and tickets for Joshua Bell were happily still available.
Dinner: Comte, gorgonzola and chèvre on country bread, washed down with grenadine.
