Vive la France!

There was a change of scene this morning as I met a school friend for a long awaited get together, long enough that neither of us could remember when it was that we had last met. It was the sort of supportive meeting where at our age a forgotten place, time or name in a story was of no consequence because the other person could insert the missing piece of information …….or not as the case might be and we could laugh about it without someone younger wondering if it was the onset of dementia.

The French Institute, a little piece of France in Edinburgh, is always welcoming, and didn’t show us the door even as they set the tables for lunch, allowing us a goodly time in which to discuss the world in general and the vagaries of the passing years on our health in particular. Such is life!