Leaving l'Abri was painful. I don't know how the helpers or workers there can say goodbye to people so often. It must be numbing after a while...
So, I'm in Lyon. The library here has free internet access which is lovely. That's just about all I've seen apart from the enourmous hill between Vieux Lyon station and the hostel. Why do I pick hostels at the top of hills? Poor, Megan, poor.
And tomorrow I'll be back in Paris. I hope it'll make the post-l'Abri fog lift again.
Something more odd than the above lament is sad - here at the internet booth I have been accosted. Accosted and NOT BELIEVED. Accosted, not believed and stared at threateningly by a little old lady with a lot of mascara on wanting me to join the mass at the cathedral and also to look up very strange websites for her. Odd odd odd.
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Megan, I love you too.
Have you read the Mysterious Flame of Queen Leona (Eco)? Think of Dickens, and... I don't know any other writers of fog outside of him... hmmm... that was a really hard book to read.
Here's to mutiple showers a weeks and hot water.
Dear Megan,
we love your and your writings. keep on the up and up. In the end there will always be something even better than L'abri. And Mum and I will get to share it with you, oneday that is coming.Love always and it is good exercise to walk up hills, when you are back you could take me out walking, and we will share the load. love dad and mum
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