St Pancras International

past the razor wire
across Paris
through the sun
to Grenoble.
 
Welcomed by people I’ve known for ten years as our two choirs continue to come together to perform pieces we’ve learnt separately.  A two-and-a-half hour rehearsal after an early start and a day travelling was tiring but it’s good to be here. This time I’m staying right in the historic centre but even from here I can look out to the snow-topped mountains.
 

I probably won’t be doing much commenting while I’m away.


Black and white in colour 132