23 October, 2010

Westward bound.

 This was my last view of the French coast today.
Despite the pale-shade-of-'68 révolution convulsing significant parts of France, I was able to make it out of the country without incident (if you don't count the oddly aggressive X-ray security person I ran into at Charles de Gaulle airport).
As the sun set over New York, I looked out the window, and the first thing I saw was a baseball diamond.   The French teenagers in the seats behind me were incandescent with a (contagious) glee.  There was the Etats-Unis, indeed.  I mentally agreed with them wholeheartedly when they said the week is going to fly by...The plane banked, turning into the black, and I then saw the enormous full moon, casting its endlessly long shadow across the rumpled, wrinkled dark sea.  It really was magic. 

And I can't wait to get out and walking...


  1. How can someone take such beautiful photos from an airplane?! Gorgeous.
    Have a wonderful time stateside. I was actually wondering how you were doing up in the mountains with the gas shortage.
    Bon vacances,

  2. Welcome to the circus! Are you travelling alone?!

  3. New-York and its wonderful food!
    Have a wonderful time!

  4. Hi Aidan!
    Thanks--it was so beautiful. Wish I could have showed you that spectacular moonrise. (Yes, we had gas limits imposed. How did you fare?)

    Hello Rose,
    Wow, what a profound shift! From the country to the big city, AND I'm without the kids and husband, visiting family and friends...

    Hi Nadege,
    Thanks--and yes, the range of restaurant options is amazing!


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