Well, Dear Gentle Reader(s), it's been 11 days since landing at Gatwick Airport, south of London. There've been many miles, kilometers, recorded on these old feet. There've been paintings galore, statues galore, street scenes galore, a near miss with an Olympic protest (as usual, just missed out--so many times), churches a-plenty, a basilica or two, unusual architecture, all sorts of human beings, good food (in Paris), mediocre food (in London), the smallest hotel room in all of Christendom, astonishing excess viewed at the Louvre, and snow, and sleet, and the common cold knows no geographical bounds.
An astonishing accumulation, considering who accumulated it. (And drinking buddy Marlin (Bud) made it all possible.)
Three more days to go.
Wish me, DGR(s), good luck.
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