\nIronically, as this dream progressed, it was very much like d\u00e9j\u00e0-vu<\/em>. I knew in my dream exactly what the next steps were going to be as if my subconscious had dreamt it before and knew in my dream that I had dreamt it before (if that makes any sense).<\/p>\n
It shocked me to my senses – such as they are – for a while anyway.<\/p>\n
After breakfast I strolled down to the magasin de presse<\/em> for my baguette<\/em> and then spent the rest of the morning working on upgrading the blog. That’s coming along nicely now.<\/p>\n At lunchtime I took my butties and my book and went to sit on the wall overlooking the harbour for a while in the sunshine; And beautiful it was too. When I felt the urge I went for a walk around to see if I could find the bus stop for the local bus that passes near here, and sure enough, there it is. It’s not as convenient as it might be, with this block of buildings situated right in between two stops. So either way, I have a 5-minute walk with my big suitcase. Still, it’s much more accessible than the Auvergne where going anywhere involves native bearers, three months supplies and a couple of hunting parties.<\/p>\n This afternoon I didn’t do a lot and ended up speaking for hours on the phone to Ingrid. It’s nice to hear her dulcet tones again. <\/p>\n And as I type this, I can smell the smell of the pizza cooking in the oven and it’s overwhelmingly delicious. It will be a good tea tonight.<\/p>\n And tomorrow I’ll be going on a major expedition myself into town. I’ll have to rest up properly this evening.<\/p>\n
