south

I drove south, in my rented Peugeot, out of the murk that can be any city in the winter... Many hours later in a small, warmer town, south past Montpellier, on the large lagoon there. A retreat for the weekend, on the sea, in different air, different cuisine, among a warmer and friendlier populace than Paris provides... Nothing like a quiet weekend, a couple of books, coffee and croissants in a warm and not too busy (the time of year) cafe... A quiet and delicious dinner by the water, a carafe of the local dark red wine, robust and not very subtle.

A good time to pass the images of old friends before my memory's eye...