But happy as I am that we have more time here, I must say that one extra packing-and-unpacking-and-packing, checking out in time to catch a train, has me a bit travel-weary -- and there's no time to blog! And I miss you, and our conversations.
So I've insisted on blogging during breakfast, a sumptuous buffet here (although I wish there were truly hot -- boiling, please! -- water for the tea). Pater's sitting opposite with his book, and I'm determined to get this post launched before we head to the station.
I won't try to load up any of my copious, still unshared photos of Lyon or Strasbourg, but I know that many of you have guessed that Sue and I might be meeting in Lyon. Such a warm feeling, Sunday night, walking toward the restaurant for dinner, to spot Sue and her Monsieur walking from the opposite direction. We've had a few such meals with them over the years, and it's always a pleasure. Sue's Monsieur had done some very good research and chosen a great little restaurant, L'Ebauche -- fresh, modern French food, beautifully plated, not at all heavy, exquisitely satisfying. We caught up with their lives a bit and their and our recent travels, and next thing we knew we'd finished our espressos and the restaurant was empty except for the four of us and the patient staff. There might have been better lighting if the guys had taken the photos earlier, but there couldn't have been more evidence of our real affection for each other. (A problem, of course, with having two husbands aiming two phone lenses, is that one woman's eyes look in one direction while the second woman's head elsewhere.)
This last photo has the poorest light, yes (and it's grainy because I've edit-enhanced the light a bit), but I might like it best. . .