Today Jun and myself set off for France on the Eurostar train bound from Waterloo. I had to wake up a lot earlier than I was prepared to… after all it was my Birthday! We arrived at gare du nord or something, hell I’m English, we are supposed to be lazy in our view towards language of other cultures so if thats the wrong spelling so be it. It took a few aeons to get into France. I read the Edge and Wired from cover to cover. We then had to wait for another train to take us in the deep dark countryside where the inhabitants only speak French… English and German, how shamed we British are. I was off to meet a Japanese architect called Shige [pron: she’geh] and his partner Michelle. The train we took was very French, everyone was smoking and in the station were soldiers brandishing machine guns.
We arrived late in the evening, talked to our hosts till the late hours and went to bed.