Gentle Reader
I am pleased with the movement of my things here in Paris. There was a complication that I had to take care of. Most unpleast actually. With its resolution I have found that I will be able to dedicate more time to “capturing” my thoughts here.
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Resting in Paris
I am still in Paris. My time to write and to convey my thoughts has been limited and for that I apologize. Rest assured that I will continue for I have a lot to share.
Please do not think that this is easy for me. I have found myself bombarded with memories of the past and [...]
On the Road to Paris
I am returning once again to Paris. It has been many years since I last walked its streets. It will be an interesting visit. There is someone I would like to see. I am going to close one of my “spots” and move some of my collection to London. I do not need to oversea this work [...]
Wine
It’s late here in Clermont-Ferrand. I decided to spend an extra night. Do I sleep you might ask? No. I do not have any need for sleep. I do not require sleep. This mortal coil that surrounds me does grow weary at times, and emotions are prone to affect me so I do find time [...]
The Black Cathedral
I find myself slightly melancholic today. It does happen every now and then and these days it seems to be more often than not. Perhaps it is due to writing of the past. I have not thought about some of those events for quite some time and the events leading up to my Fall are [...]
Father Bertrand - France 1757
I’ve spoken with many priests over the centuries. A few have been quite memorable. While I remember them all, there are those who stand out among the rest. Those who’s faith are unequaled. One crossed my mind today. Long ago I walked into his church to admire the architecture. This was in 1757. France. The [...]
The River Lot
The River Lot. I followed it through Villeneuve-Sur-Lot. Then past apple and grape orchards where I rested. On passing through Villeneuve I stopped for some water and spoke with a young teacher on his way to class at the Ecole Jeanne d’Arc. He appeared to be nervous and spoke very fast. He had in his [...]