"The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest." -E.B. White, in the Foreword to his collection "Essays"
Saturday, June 27
In Which Carol Visits Me and We Have Buckets of Fun, Part One
Our feet on the floor of the Palais Universitaire (Theology Departments!).
Carol's sweet feet on French cafe soil! At the Cafe Brant for a late petit-dejeuner.
And then we decided to climb the cathedral!
Halfway up the staircase:
On the platform!
My dear Place Kléber, seen from the air.
And then we climbed down and kept walking!
To be continued . . .
(Note of clarification for infrequent blog-visitors: I am no longer in Strasbourg! This is a belated posting from May.)
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