Heading home

And so, all too soon we are on our way back to Edinburgh. Back on the metro in a large group with all our bags and then onto the train to head out to Charles de Gaulle airport. Musicians on the packed train to keep us entertained as the train moves out of the recognisable city - the buildings of Montmartre that so confused my sense of direction - and into the suburbs. Arriving at the airport and the spectacular architecture of travel - the scale of everything, its modernity. The usual queuing and waiting and time for a bit more shopping and some food before getting onto the plane for the short flight home. Getting off in Edinburgh it seemed so strange to catch the bus that took me almost all the way home. After two weeks spent in such close company of so many friends, it was strange not to be arranging to meet up later in the day.
Home instead to see L, and hear what she had been doing while I was away, stories to share.