First time at an airport in 2 years, pretty much to the week, the birthday of Mrs T to Marrakesh last time, a lull, then Paris this time, next to the Gare de Lyon, next to the Seine and a plethora of record shops according to Discogs.
I’m sat diagonally behind a bearded man drinking an energy drink and watching Pokémon. Sat in front of a baby, remembering what they’re actually like, it’s like actually being there, again. I’m accross the aisle from the family and next to the smallest woman in the world. With a bottle in front of me. The lack of literature is a serious schoolboy error. Hey ho.
Next stop Paris!