summer time

 


My little guy loves making fence music. Whenever he sees an iron fence, he has to find a good stick to make a little fence music. We also have fun looking for loose manhole covers that rock from side to side, or metal grates to jump and bang on. But mostly it's about the fence music.

Between our little apartment and summer camp were three blocks of perfect fences. We'd have to leave early to get them all played before camp started.

Tomorrow we go to Paris for a quick change to Orly Oest, trying to make a flight in under two hours. It's about an hour's ride between the two airports. I am not panicking about this, no. We'll make it. Somehow. I hope my poor little guy is up to being dragged through the airport at breakneck speed.

Insh'allah, the next time you hear from me will be from the clear waters of the Mediterranean in sunny Corsica. Insh'allah.