Skyler White

Quick update from the cafe below my hotel in Avon, France.

Walked both ways form Avon to the tomb of Maud’s child, six miles each way. Legs hurt. The tomb itself was small, blank and almost wrecked – you could barely read the name. Tragic, given that Maud had paid for its upkeep in perpetuity. There’s a much cooler tomb belonging to le Familie Seconde nextdoor; may tape the two together a bit.

Made some time at the end of the day to scope out places where Maud lived around Paris.

Last night was a little too much of an adventure. Got badly lost walking from the train station to the hotel. Badly lost, and it was late, and dark, and I was dragging all my luggage. First time in a while I was hoping for the police. Quoth my mother (blissfully unaware of the above): “I am amazed at all you’re including in the trip–quite gutsy, I would say.”

I bought French marshmallows today. At least, I THINK that’s what they are. No idea, really.

Need to conserve battery power now. Hope to post longer updates once I retrieve my power cord from the hotel in Dublin later this week.