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Though struggling with zany French keyboards, I manage to pick my steady way and the soft sound of their clicking is satisfying to my tired ears.
The clouds here are the loveliest I have ever seen, and each night as the sun sets late over the golden hills, the bottoms of their billowing forms glows a silvery blue...a stunning, ethereal sight in contrast to the land.
I have been watching the Tour de France, time permitting, as it is the only sporting event I even remotely care about. Perhaps tomorrow I will go sit in town and watch the riders whoosh past, feel the wind of their speed on my face. It seems an awful waste not to, since I'm here, and all.
Another day, another adventure.
maya
The clouds here are the loveliest I have ever seen, and each night as the sun sets late over the golden hills, the bottoms of their billowing forms glows a silvery blue...a stunning, ethereal sight in contrast to the land.
I have been watching the Tour de France, time permitting, as it is the only sporting event I even remotely care about. Perhaps tomorrow I will go sit in town and watch the riders whoosh past, feel the wind of their speed on my face. It seems an awful waste not to, since I'm here, and all.
Another day, another adventure.
maya