For the Lord is a great God and a great King above all gods,
In whose hand are the depths of the earth,
The peaks of the mountains are His also.
The sea is His, for it was He who made it,
And His hands formed the dry land.
I suppose you voracious readers are all desperate to hear about my escapades in Paris. And I suppose you want to see some of the 150 pictures I took, too. Well: it all began at 2:30 the morning of the 16th, when the boys next door, talking loudly as usual, awoke me. Two and a half drowsy hours later I alighted clumsily from my top-bunk bed, performed my morning ablutions quickly and sleepily, and caught the almost-empty 5:35 bus to Sloane Square. Trains come by only every 8 – 12 minutes at that time of day, but to my great surprise and pleasure one appeared moments after I stepped onto the platform. That happened again at Westminster, where I changed for the Jubilee Line, so that I arrived at Waterloo International quite early for my 7:10 train.