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I was ready to leave the land of my “brother’s” serfdom. He warmed up to me after a while and I think he enjoyed my visit, maybe not as much as I did though. It was back to the windy roads and the stick shift.

In Clermont-Ferrand, I stopped at the house where I stayed for a week in 1966 before going to the countryside. The small house had turned into a large rental by Marc’s family but the backyard was as beautiful as before.

I had a coffee at the train station and got a kick out of the ancient style toilet. Once again, there are some advantages to being a man.

I stayed in a small hotel in Paris just a few steps from the apartment I had rented earlier. The streets of Paris looked nothing like the roads of Solignat or Herment over the last two days.

I rediscovered tonight how much I love the city. It felt good to be in Paris with all its human energy rather than the natural energy of the countryside, much as I loved my time in the bush.