In two days we’ll be home. I’ll be glad to see my kitties and get back to playing golf. But once I’m home, I won’t be able to step out onto cobblestone streets, some so narrow you can almost touch the houses on both sides. I won’t be able to walk into magnificent cathedrals, stroll past buildings that are hundreds of years old, still lived in by the same family, see castles on hills, drive on the D roads and wonder about the lives of the people I pass by. I’ll miss the many greens of the grain fields, mixed with the vivid yellow of the mustard crops; the lush forests, the rushing rivers, the red poppies, the magpies, the few old 2 cvs that remain. No more foie gras for me! No more wine. No more stork nests perched precariously on cathedrals. One more day to go to Paris and gaze into the windows of the patisseries with their beautiful displays of all kinds of pastries - the religieuse, the eclairs, the baguettes – see Notre Dame and the Eiffle Tower one last time, maybe walk up Montmartre to Sacre Coeur and look down on the city. It’s been a great trip, full of wonderous sights and fun happenings.