Day in the life...

And that was it...

-- Looking out the 

same window,

for all these years.

Horizons swept away.

Every day -- gone!

Journeys remembered

destinations forgotten.

--- Boarding the Metro

at Quai de la Gare... 

The tang of 

burnt rubber 

and last night's 

late hour,

sweeps the length 

of the platform.

The look on her face

betrayed nothing --

except her husband.

Day in the life of a Poet (September 2020)

Le Couple, La Radio et Le Vin
(Bar de La Marine, Cassis)

-- Resting against 
the Zinc. 
Kir Royale in 
the embrace of her 
sun-tanned hand.

Both damp
after the long
walk back from 
the quietest Calanque.
---- Her hair lemon 
bleached and smile
magnetic bright.

The afternoon
stretched out
before them like 
Le Méditéranéen.

The radio played
in the corner 
of the bar.
--- "Perhaps, 
we should have had
one more bottle."

Perhaps not.

Le Tour de France

What has the Tour de France got to do with England? Lots actually. One of the things I miss about England is Europe! Being able to pop over for a weekend at the drop of a beret.

The Tour shows France in its best light, whether that light is shrouded by striking farmers, clogged up roads, bad driving, good weather, beautiful scenery, amazing wines or not!

The racing itself is astonishing, anyone who has gone down Box Hill without using breaks can testify to the potential danger of cycling - you don't need 250cc of Vespa between your legs to do some serious damage to flesh and bone!

So, all hail the greats: Merckx, Hinault, Indurain, Armstrong and every mad crazy domestique, sprinter, multi-coloured jersey wearing one of them!