A South African who regularly leaves her home in the beautiful Dordogne to explore Africa from the back of a truck, to walk pilgrimages in Europe and in Japan, to travel to unknown corners of our beautiful planet, to write, to travel, to photograph and to paint, to observe the wondrous world around us
Afternoon? Are you SURE? In my mind Chateau Lalinde sits on north side of the river. Ok, my 'unerring sense of direction' has been yanked back and forth between hemispheres a bit, but IN MY MIND your river is flowing westward. Not so?
You have me laughing out loud! OK OK OK -- then perhaps it was just before noon -- but who looks at watches and watches clocks and clocks the time, and times their photographs when you live in a little corner of paradise where the light creates every-changing works of art all around you? I am indeed on the "English" side of the pre-100-year-war border and the river does indeed flow westward towards Bordeaux and the Gironde and the ocean! Clever little Texan, you!
Thank you. I feel so much better. By the way I've finally started reading your book and am 'perpetually parked on sofa with a book in my face,' or so the complaint has been worded. Whose fault is that? Yours! I'm spellbound.
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Afternoon? Are you SURE? In my mind Chateau Lalinde sits on north side of the river. Ok, my 'unerring sense of direction' has been yanked back and forth between hemispheres a bit, but IN MY MIND your river is flowing westward. Not so?
You have me laughing out loud! OK OK OK -- then perhaps it was just before noon -- but who looks at watches and watches clocks and clocks the time, and times their photographs when you live in a little corner of paradise where the light creates every-changing works of art all around you?
I am indeed on the "English" side of the pre-100-year-war border and the river does indeed flow westward towards Bordeaux and the Gironde and the ocean! Clever little Texan, you!
Thank you. I feel so much better.
By the way I've finally started reading your book and am 'perpetually parked on sofa with a book in my face,' or so the complaint has been worded. Whose fault is that? Yours! I'm spellbound.
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