Preparations, Anticipations, Texas

Excitement and limited trepidation compete as I prepare to board a nonstop flight to Paris.   A three-month odyssey beckons, after laying out many plans.  From US-Europe and back flights, to short train hops in France and the UK, tickets to events, rendez-vous 












with a reassuring group of new and old friends, plus three weeks left open for whatever comes up. Above photos:  Air BnB in Houston sights: sign on host fridge and tunnel of live oaks 45 years more beautiful than when I completed my advanced degree in French in the neighborhood:




Location: Paris, France

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