Let’s Go To San Francisco …

John’s new book, ‘The Zeronauts’ was just published and a kind friend had organised all sorts of meetings and book signings for him in San Francisco. I found a ‘green’ hotel – ‘The Orchard’ – very near Union Square, which turned out to be a perfect location. I had wanted to spend my holiday money on going to the seaside in France but when I got to San Francisco all that blew away in the wind and the mist and I was thrilled to be here once more. It was eight years since my last visit.

We travelled on Virgin – one up from economy – but I have to say I prefer British Airways. Nevertheless, it got us there and back in one piece and that was the main thing. So no complaints really!

The first evening we walked down to the waterfront (about half an hour stroll) and had a seafood dinner, sitting outside by the water’s edge, with a view of the Bay Bridge. The restaurant is a sort of diner, where waiters whizz in and out giving speedy service while shouting the next orders to the kitchen. Quite a lot of them seem to be Italian. The fish is very fresh, salads crisp, Anchor Steam beer (one of John’s favourites), presentation faultless. Couldn’t have had a better reintroduction – I love this walkabout city. The soft mist that drifts in from the sea suits me well and the sunshine was gentle when the washed blue sky made an appearance.

Approaching the Ferry Building ...

Approaching the Ferry Building …

Ferry building - supper by the water's edge ...

Ferry building – supper by the water’s edge …

Favourite seafood diner at the Ferry Building on the waterfront ...

Favourite seafood diner at the Ferry Building on the waterfront …

Now tucked up in a huge, comfy bed after a warming soak in the bath. I feel so well looked after and at ease as I stretch out my stiff muscles from the long journey. Bliss!

John was off early next morning and I had the day to myself to explore. I’d bought myself some fabulously comfortable ‘lunarlon’ Nike shoes just before leaving and they were to stand me in very good stead. Like the new pair of summer plimsolls (sneakers) in Ray Bradbury’s book ‘Dandelion Wine’, it was ‘like menthol on your feet’ – so you ran along as if there were springs in your shoes … this is just how I felt, day after day, in San Francisco.

Thinking back to 1973, when I first came to San Francisco, I didn’t even need shoes to feel like this!

Rather obscure photo of ‘the writer’ below taken by self … probably need camera with timing control so I don’t look as if I’m lighting indoor fireworks in my hotel room!

'Good to go' in my 'Dandelion Wine' summer sneakers ...

‘Good to go’ in my ‘Dandelion Wine’ summer sneakers …

I love our doorman at the hotel. He is so helpful, (and handsome!), directing me to the art gallery via Union Square. And this is what I saw and snapped as I went along, having stopped off at ‘Café de la Presse’ for a coffee and croissant to give me pzazz en route.

Café de la Presse, San Francisco ...   love the logo  -  great start to the day ...

Café de la Presse, San Francisco … love the logo – great start to the day …

The small round marble tables are placed quite close together and, it being San Francisco, I was soon chatting to my neighbour. He was a middle aged man – I can’t even remember what he looked like now – but he told me he didn’t know London well. However, when he came over, he stayed with an aunt, now very elderly, who lived reasonably centrally. ‘Where’?, I asked. ‘Oh, it’s called Knightsbridge’, he said. ‘It’s alright – quite a nice location’! Maybe Auntie will leave him her ‘pad’ in her will, I thought and he’ll be pleasantly surprised. Except, of course, he prefers to live here in San Francisco. It’s good to see the world from a different perspective. I so much like immersing myself in different cultures and feeling anonymous. The day stretched ahead, the future unknown.

Union Square glamour ...

Union Square glamour …

At the heart of Union Square

At the heart of Union Square

Cool department store, Union Square

Cool department store, Union Square

Cool dude, Union Square

Cool dude, Union Square

Union Square blooms ...

Union Square blooms …

It’s not usual to go around taking photos of banks – unless, I suppose, you plan on a raid, but ‘Wells Fargo’ is such an atmospheric name, conjuring up pictures of cowboys and the Wild West and this building is very impressive too.

A more dramatic name than mine own bank!

A more dramatic name than mine own bank!

And in complete contrast ...

And in complete contrast …

Slipping down a side street – noting a yellow taxi I may need later – but I’m nearing the gallery right now. No photos allowed with flash inside and this camera is truculent and won’t let me turn it off. Grrr…

Number 3 seems to be the number to call ...

Number 3 seems to be the number to call …

Art gallery entrance ...

Art gallery entrance …

Green fingers ...

Green fingers …

The SFMOMA art gallery is well worth a visit. I ended up having two because there was a special exhibition on Buckminster Fuller, who is one of John’s heroes – so he insisted we go back next day. As I came out of the door first time round, I saw this poster and decided it was ‘a sign’!

OK, will do ...

OK, will do …

The next lot are a medley of buildings, shop windows, design and finally a view of ‘homeless’ people in San Francisco, of which there are many. I was told they tend to turn up here from all over the States. But this means that San Francisco is burdened with an extra problem which seems to be escalating. I was rather shocked to see middle aged women snuggled up in flowery duvets on the pavement and felt relieved I didn’t have to join them.

Cigars and whisky

Cigars and whisky

Looks promising ... bear beer

Looks promising … bear beer

Striking ad ... !

Striking ad … !

Psychedelic van  -  no MOT needed ...

Psychedelic van – no MOT needed …

Shoeshine guy checks his lottery ticket ...

Shoeshine guy checks his lottery ticket …

Getting on for lunchtime ...

Getting on for lunchtime …

I had my ‘Eye Witness’ Top 10 San Francisco guide with me. This series are excellent because they live easily in your pocket, the maps are clear and the illustrations can tempt you to explore places out of your comfort zone. But this first day was a very personal search for curiosities and things that ‘took my fancy’. It was a treat to have time to do this on my own.

I haven't seen this sort of advertising in London ...

I haven’t seen this sort of advertising in London …

And maybe here’s a multinational well on its way to heaven …?!

Reach for the sky, dudes ...

Reach for the sky, dudes …

Continuing to walk the streets in a random fashion, I found myself on Market and California behind ‘the heavy mob’ – in rather ill fitting suits it must be said but it wouldn’t be worth my while to cast aspersions!

Three suits with a target in mind ... ?

Three suits with a target in mind … ?

And a suitable automobile …

Retro design ramps up on atmosphere ... make a break for it ...

Retro design ramps up on atmosphere … make a break for it …

A walk on the dark side ...

A walk on the dark side …

I flash by the ‘Moth and Dagger’ and find myself with a friendly ‘cigar buddy’ on Market and 3rd, followed by a busking saxophone player and another shoeshine man with some style …

Well, hello  ...  a friendly face on Market and 3rd ...

Well, hello … a friendly face on Market and 3rd …

The busker ...

The busker …

and shoeshining with style ...

and shoeshining with style …

There’s as much diversity in streetlife as there is in the natural world …

Asleep ...

Asleep …

Asleep under a silk flowered duvet ...

Asleep under a silk flowered duvet …

Near the waterfront ...

Near the waterfront …

lilac siesta  ...

lilac siesta …

Waterfront sculpture ...

Waterfront sculpture …

Time to retrace my steps to meet up with John at the hotel. I don’t need the map now to find my way. I’ve got a few landmarks and I puff up the steep hill onto Chinatown via Hawaii. Then I’m almost home. See landmarks below.

A Hawaiian shirt passes the test ...

A Hawaiian shirt passes the test …

It’s soon to be John’s birthday and I came upon this shirt in a shop window and wondered if that could be ‘the present’. It’s heavy silk. I decided to come this way tomorrow with him and see if he noticed it. The entrance gate to Chinatown is near our hotel and I lighted upon an extraordinary shop selling the most exotic lamps, chandeliers and furniture. You could have furnished a whole Hollywood mansion here in one fell swoop. But sadly I don’t have one!

A blur of Chinese exotica ...

A blur of Chinese exotica …

Then there’s the ‘green door’ massage parlour which looks rather down-at-heel but is a great landmark as it’s on the road into Union Square which you reach by underground stairs from our street. It has some rather striking stained glass at the entrance but the whole could do with a scrubbing down. Still, who am I to complain as I am not planning on a visit. And I’m now back at ‘The Orchard’ with familiar faces greeting me in reception.

Landmark entrance to massage parlour

Landmark entrance to massage parlour

Cable car on way to Fisherman's Wharf

Cable car on way to Fisherman’s Wharf

The cable car passes by on its way to Fisherman’s Wharf as I reach the hotel entrance but it’s time for me to have forty winks before dinner time. We are invited out to a special restaurant called ‘Cotogna’. I must look my best and soon I’m dozing and dreaming of being here on the other side of the world.

California dreaming ...

California dreaming …

Hat trick ...

Hat trick …

It was wonderful to meet up with San Francisco friends and colleagues last night. I’m also now keyed into the city after my solitary wanderings. Day over and I fell satisfactorily asleep as soon as my head touched the downy pillow. And I don’t have the added worry of making speeches, although one of the companies John is visiting have kindly offered to show me round their gallery of designs in 3D printing. They are called Autodesk. Should be illuminating. I find the idea of printing out a house to live in quite extraordinary but some of these futuristic imaginings are now coming to pass. Later on I am to have the chance to see the Heatherwick exhibition at the V&A, which chimes in with this and is really a major breakthrough in architecture and design. Genius in action. Very exciting.

But now it’s time for ‘lights out’. John’s Blackberry often makes a ‘raspberry’ in the dark at this point. Turn it off! I win – for now!

Next day already ….. John was meant to go out to Moffett Field but there were problems and so he took the chance of a now spare morning to go and see the Buckminster Fuller exhibition. I trailed along for the second time but was happy enough because he liked the Hawaiian shirt. To my great joy, sale notices had gone up overnight so it was 20% cheaper! Nothing like a good bargain to set the blood flowing and see the world in a favourable light. Something to do with my Scottish ancestry no doubt as John doesn’t seem to be quite so interested in bargains. He just likes the shirt.

We have an old friend in San Francisco who very kindly took us out to the California Academy of Sciences. Wonderful aquarium, rainforest experience on four floors in a glass dome with blue and yellow macaws and giant butterflies – and to top it all, an earthquake simulator!

Aquarium 1

Aquarium 1

Aquarium 2

Aquarium 2

a golden moment ...

a golden moment …

There are two Andy Goldsworthy sculptures out in the woods on Pacific Heights which Ian drove us to. Very thrilling to see them out here.

Goldsworthy 1

Goldsworthy 1

Goldsworthy 2

Goldsworthy 2

Later on in the afternoon we went to meet John’s new publisher. The editor was great and we came away with several interesting books, which showed the type of list John would be joining. More books!! We could build an extra house out of our books at home. I can’t quite get myself to ‘Kindle’ yet but it must be soon up ahead on the (virtual) cards. I still see books like familiar friendly faces. And the ‘faces’ I don’t like go off to the charity shop to annoy somebody else.

I remember these machines ... !

I remember these machines … !

and it wasn't that long ago!

and it wasn’t that long ago!

View from publisher's office ...

View from publisher’s office …

No, I’m not about to jump but how did my lovely ‘lunarlon’ Nike plonk itself in the middle of the building opposite? There are still so many intriguing mysteries to solve out there!

We’re quite tired this evening and decide to have an early supper at Café de la Presse, which is only a few minutes walk from the hotel. It’s got that quiet but buzzy atmosphere – very cosy and good brasserie style food. The waiter recognises me – always flattering and a good sign in general. It is important to make the clientele feel ‘at home’.

I wish I could open the windows in the hotel but it doesn’t seem possible. No matter – we’re now up and out and about. John has made off and I will meet him later at Autodesk, which is near the Ferry Building.

On my way I met up with the refuse lorry. Goodness me. Recology probably includes recycling and Waste Zero chimes in somewhat with John’s book. Something good is going on here, I hope.

This looks promising ...!

This looks promising …!

I’m making my way down to the Ferry Building as the Autodesk offices are right opposite. I took a photo of Coit Tower from there and when it came up I thought I recognised the chap at the front in the middle … but maybe I am wrong. I didn’t even see him when I was taking the photo as I was concentrating on the tower. It would be a strange coincidence if it were he!

I’ve been reading a French novel by Patrick Modiano over the summer called ‘Dimanches d’août’ where the narrator, who is also a photographer, comes upon a photograph he took some time ago. If he had taken notice of the detail – two men sitting at a table in the background – he may have been able to prevent a tragedy later on. But it is only afterwards that he makes the connection.

And, of course, there’s a similar story in the film ‘Blow Up’, made in 1966, directed by Antonioni, with David Hemmings as a fashion photographer and a cast including Vanessa Redgrave, Jane Birkin, Sarah Miles and the astonishing sixties model, known as Verushcka. The David Hemmings part is based on David Bailey, the London photographer celebrated in the ‘swinging sixties’. After taking some photos of a model in a park, he notices, when developing the photo, that in the copse in the background he seems to have unwittingly, uncovered a murder.

One of the reviews of this film by Joe Gerardi gives a flavour. He comments that that ‘gut feeling that I missed something, is exactly where Antonioni was going’ with the film. ‘You always miss something’. ‘Blow Up’ won the Grand Prix at the Cannes film festival and had two Oscar nominations. Michael Palin can be seen briefly in a night club crowd scene and Janet Street-Porter dances in stripy Carnaby Street trousers. There’s also an interesting take on the film by Peter Bowles (he played the part of David Hemmings’ agent) on Wikipaedia.
This was Antonioni’s first English language film. It has been called ‘painterly’. And could be seen as a ‘cult art house’ film. At one point David Hemmings makes an impulse buy in an antique shop of an aircraft propeller. When challenged as to why he has bought this seemingly useless object he quotes the philosopher Kant’s theory of ‘what is art?’. My first trip to San Francisco coincided with ‘The Age of Aquarius’ – in the spirit of the sixties. This film is really one of the sixties icons – whether you like it or not. Maybe the American equivalent was ‘Easy Rider’, with Jack Nicholson, Denis Hopper and Peter Fonda. A big sea change in society was welling up.

Well, my excuse for being melodramatic over my photo is that San Francisco is a dramatic city to be in! It’s also good to be well aware of what is going on around you. It needs more than flower power nowadays …

Coit Tower.  Is this a familiar face I see before me ?

Coit Tower. Is this a familiar face I see before me ?

Ferry building + weird water  sculpture

Ferry building + weird water sculpture

Entering Autodesk offices ...

Entering Autodesk offices …

That evening we were invited to dinner at a former ‘speakeasy’, which was at the back of a beautiful traditional timber painted house on Pacific Heights. We didn’t know what to expect. I don’t think this had been on John’s schedule. He had been speaking and signing books at an architecture office – big warehouse space with views of the ocean – and then we were informed that a car was waiting for us.

Upmarket traditional in San Francisco ...

Upmarket traditional in San Francisco …

We left the still buzzing crowd and walked out onto the pavement. There was a large black car which had the lines of a crouching puma. Inside, the driver was dozing. I knocked on the window – he acknowledged me and – yes – he was our driver for the evening. He made me think of one of those chauffeurs who discreetly drive the rich and famous of Beverly Hills to secret locations. His voice purred like the king of the jungle and we drove off feeling sleek and streamlined.

Our co supper guests were an eclectic mix of arty, academic, bejewelled, wacky and completely off the wall. Our hostess was chic and bohemian and very welcoming. At dinner we all had to try and describe who we, in essence, were, one by one. We weren’t allowed to use anything that was on the Internet – e.g.website, facebook etc. but we could tell a story to illustrate our character. It’s an interesting concept. Below is one of the guests who was dressed in spiky rubber trousers. When I asked where he came from and what he did, he was rather vague. He said he enjoyed joining parties. He was very sociable.

Way out, way in and on the ball ...

Way out, way in and on the ball …

Professional party goer ...

Professional party goer …

It was getting late and we made our farewells. Outside, the black puma was waiting in the shadows and we were whisked smoothly back to the hotel through the now dark and deserted streets. I had a moment of finding myself in a different era vis-à-vis the Woody Allen, ‘Midnight in Paris’ film. For me, it was Ingrid Bergman, Humphrey Bogart ‘Casablanca’ and ‘Flying down to Rio’ – come with me!

This was to be our last full day in the city as we had been invited to our friends’ house near Healdsburg for a ‘garden of ideas’ weekend. John was busy with meetings in the morning but we met up for a last seafood lunch and then walked along the ocean front towards the Embarcadero to meet with a colleague at IDEO.

Rocket man

Rocket man

Cupid's Span 2002 by Claes Oldenburg

Cupid’s Span 2002 by Claes Oldenburg

As ever, keep on trucking ...

As ever, keep on trucking …

The large sculpture by Claes Oldenburg is 60 feet tall. It’s of a bow and arrow but also looks like the prow of a ship against the backdrop of the Bay Bridge.

I always like to get a picture of a truck when I’m in the U.S. as I was blown away (with horror) by Steven Spielberg’s impressive film, ‘Duel’ – a psychological thriller about a truck driver who for no known reason hunts down a perfectly ordinary mild mannered electronics salesman, driving a perfectly ordinary car along the highway. This was Spielberg’s second feature film. The camera work is stunning and the rising tension almost unbearable. The success of this film led Spielberg on the road to fame.

He apparently ‘auditioned’ the trucks, choosing a 1955 Peterbilt 281 because of its menacing face. He gives the shark in ‘Jaws’ a truly evil personality too. He said that ‘Jaws’ and ‘Duel’ ‘ were both about leviathans targeting everyman. I am glad this truck is going the opposite way to me!

Life on the ocean wave  -  a long journey ahead ...

Life on the ocean wave – a long journey ahead …

Sherbet lemons - a flavour of colour ...

Sherbet lemons – a flavour of colour …

and a short, sweet rickshaw drive ...

and a short, sweet rickshaw drive …

I can't help feeling unwanted ...

I can’t help feeling unwanted …

Pier 26 - under the Bay bridge

Pier 26 – under the Bay bridge

Blue turban and seagulls ...

Blue turban and seagulls …

High diver - Bay bridge waterfront ...

High diver – Bay bridge waterfront …

Time to leave downtown for pastures new on the other side of the water. We drop into Fillmore Street on the way – full of cafés, restaurants, and many boutiques with antiquities of every sort …

Pretty stylish!

Pretty stylish!

Spoilt for choice ...

Spoilt for choice …

Come inside ...

Come inside …

So long, cutie ...

So long, cutie …

And we’re off, making our way to Healdsburg … across the Golden Gate bridge.

The Golden Gate bridge awaits ...

The Golden Gate bridge awaits …

A WEEKEND IN THE COUNTRY

It was much easier to drive out of San Francisco on a Friday evening than London and soon we were bowling along the highway as the sun began to go down. We’d had a great week mixing work and leisure – and so much enjoyed meeting a wealth of exciting, creative people every day. Our friend, Will, had been so generous and thoughtful with his time and organisation. I am sure there will be opportunities for John to work with some of these people we’ve been lucky enough to spend time with. And there’s a lot of goodwill all round.

Evening drive to Healdsburg

Evening drive to Healdsburg

No wonder I am a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society!

No wonder I am a member of the Cloud Appreciation Society!

Way out, man  ...!

Way out, man …!

Twilight had overtaken us and we were all pleased to see comfortable beds waiting for us. Next morning we strolled through the garden. It was pleasantly warm but not the sort of heat I dread when I turn into a wet rag, unable to function at all when everybody around me is a sun worshipper. Roll on, genetic engineering!

I saw a jackrabbit amongst the vines ...  he was too quick for me to photograph ...

I saw a jackrabbit amongst the vines … he was too quick for me to photograph …

IN THE GARDEN

The 'Ideas Garden'

The ‘Ideas Garden’

The goddess and the gardener ...

The goddess and the gardener …

Contemplation ...

Contemplation …

Japanese tea garden

Japanese tea garden

Complementary colours ...

Complementary colours …

In the heat of the day ...

In the heat of the day …

DOWN BY THE POOL

Twisting by the pool

Twisting by the pool

Shadows in the water

Shadows in the water

Mini dinosaur

Mini dinosaur

FLOWERS AND FRUIT

Emerald pinks

Emerald pinks

Twin fruits

Twin fruits

Multicolored checkerboard garden style ...

Multicolored checkerboard garden style …

Lavender deluxe

Lavender deluxe

And then there’s the orange grove …

Oranges galore!

Oranges galore!

The orange I ate ...

The orange I ate …

I find it enormously thrilling to pick an orange off the tree and just eat it. It was so gloriously fresh and juicy. It’s a good thing I was on my best behaviour as a guest – otherwise I would have sat in the orange grove all afternoon, being very greedy. As it was I put some in my bag for later.

Our host illuminated  -  in a golden shower ...

Our host illuminated – in a golden shower …

HEALDSBURG

Healdsburg has a farmers’ market and a beautiful square at its centre, surrounded by artisan bakeries, an upmarket deli and various cafés – an independent bookshop and several boutiques selling expensive clothes, shoes and jewellery. And a garden shop not far away, to which we made a visit. In the middle of the square are tall trees and places to sit in the shade. At times I felt I had wandered onto a film set.

What a beauty ...

What a beauty …

The shoes I left behind ...

The shoes I left behind …

'On yer bikes'  -  a great alternative ..

‘On yer bikes’ – a great alternative ..

Yes please  ...  my ideal choice

Yes please … my ideal choice

GARDEN SHOP

Blue heaven - garden shop

Blue heaven – garden shop

Primary colours - garden shop

Primary colours – garden shop

Shimmy shimmy  -  siesta time

Shimmy shimmy – siesta time

TIME TO GO HOME

One last morning out and about in San Francisco before making our way to the airport. John’s favourite bookshop is still going – many have foundered – but ‘City Lights’, beloved by many, continues, still proud of its associations with poets like Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti and others. Lawrence Ferlinghetti was its founder. The ‘poetry’ room upstairs survives too. It has been a literary meeting place since 1953. We made our way to ‘City Lights’ via Chinatown. All within walking distance of the hotel.

Exploring Chinatown ...

Exploring Chinatown …

Guess what book they're reading  -  shopfront, Chinatown ...

Guess what book they’re reading – shopfront, Chinatown …

Constellation of chandeliers  -  Chinatown

Constellation of chandeliers – Chinatown

A la mode - Chinatown

A la mode – Chinatown

Intricate wedding cakes - Chinatown

Intricate wedding cakes – Chinatown

It almost looks as if some geisha with a magic wand has transformed the three models into wedding cakes. The intricacy of the icing patterns is astonishing. The shops here are a cornucopia of consumables. There is a dazzling array of things to buy everywhere you look.

Jewels, jewels  and more jewels -  Chinatown

Jewels, jewels and more jewels – Chinatown

Chinese lantern  -  enter dragon  - left - on motorbike ...

Chinese lantern – enter dragon – left – on motorbike …

Then we threaded our way along another street, where the foodshops were groaning under piled high vegetables and fishes and sea slugs – all waiting for hungry mouths to snap them up.

Vegetarian heaven ...

Vegetarian heaven …

Croaker fish  -  Chinatown

Croaker fish – Chinatown

Sea slugs are a great delicacy  -  that  pleasure still awaits me ...

Sea slugs are a great delicacy – that pleasure still awaits me …

Mandrake root?

Mandrake root?

and ginseng ...

and ginseng …

and then there's always the fortune teller ...

and then there’s always the fortune teller …

We finally arrived at ‘City Lights’ bookshop. It still has that aura of the sixties and I’m surprised I can’t smell joss sticks or stronger – but I do feel at home – a home I left about forty years ago now … and yet the books are up to date and the older ones survive happily among them. ‘City Lights’ seems to have worked out how to be sustainable in this high tech age without losing its personality.

Shakespeare & Co. – the celebrated bookshop in Paris – has achieved the same status, even though its American founder is no longer – his daughter seems to be a chip off the old block though!

And so it seems fitting that this trip to San Francisco should be ending up here. It brings old and new together and the hope that we can in some way make a good future using both of them to create more than the sum of the parts. We ended up with a ”phew’ more books’! I was probably a packhorse in a past existence. But at least I can have the enjoyment of reading what I carry in this one!

'City Lights' bookshop window 1

‘City Lights’ bookshop window 1

'City Lights' bookshop window 2

‘City Lights’ bookshop window 2

Pink, lacy, sparkly shoes   -  what I would have worn in the sixties ...  I want them still!

Pink, lacy, sparkly shoes – what I would have worn in the sixties … I want them still!

But not being Vivienne Westwood, I couldn’t quite carry them off now. And my new Nikes make up for it – they are so comfortable. Mmmm … I want those shoes …

'City Lights' bookshop window 3

‘City Lights’ bookshop window 3

On the opposite side of the road ...

On the opposite side of the road …

Illustrated house by Columbus and Broadway ...

Illustrated house by Columbus and Broadway …

If you’ve managed to stay the course – if I’ve managed to keep your interest until now – below is probably one of the best photographs I’ve taken to date. It’s a fitting close to an exciting and worthwhile trip to California and to one of my favourite cities. Thank you to all there who welcomed us and went out of their way to give us such a wonderful and memorable time. May it be ‘au revoir’ and not ‘adieu’.

Flying books   -  and farewell!

Flying books – and farewell!

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