One last breakfast down at the coffee shop (maybe 50 feet from the front door); one last market day; one last lunch (as yet unplanned) then it’s back on a train – another bout of approx. 7 hours – then I’ll be back “home”.
I really kind of circulate in between three: my own, my housemate’s and in the summer the mountain flat so travelling from one to the other is always going home.
Then there’s the family – sibling’s – homes, the close friends, the in-laws. All are variations of “going home” with the trip in between being shorter or longer.
So bye bye Argelès-sur-Mer, its artists, its scenery and its budding Spring flowers and hello HOME.
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