Late in the Day by Tessa Hadley
“Christine didn’t tell Alex that she’d invited Lydia to live with them”
Dancing in the clouds.
In which I catch a glimpse of my youth.
I need three feet; no, make that four.
“The beauty of travel, as of love or terror, is that it regularly turns all your ideas on your head and reminds you that you really know nothing at all.” Pico Iyer
Off the beaten track in Taunggyi
We find a busy town and a new friend finds us.
Celebrating Democracy
It’s the 4th of July, 1976, and it’s time for me to say goodbye to my American life.
Two blogging friends cruise in to my hometown
Another blogging first – meeting up with blogging friends
Jill's Scene 
The korero