We have just been informed that instead of dining in the hotel tonight we are being picked up in a fleet of limos to be taken into town to have dinner with the Vice-President of Iran. Watch this space.
Nous sommes arrivee en Paris. Dieu merci.
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Barbara & Adrian,
ReplyDeleteI have been a faithful follower of your blog from the beginning. Thank you for taking the time to share this incomparable experience with the rest of us. I know from personal experience how precious your time is on a rally like this. You are generous enough to take time to share. Please know that I and several others appreciate it.
Adrian and Barbara,
ReplyDeleteit's wonderful to vicariously experience P-P "live". Thank you for sharing your journey with us, Kate and I are riveted for what lies around the next bend.
All the best!