Autumn elsewhere

So long. Farewell. Auf wiedersehen, adieu. Also, arrivederci. The brunette and I are off to the continent. First to a little town in Italy, and then to a big town in France. We’re calling it a 15th anniversary trip, even though it coincides with a niece’s wedding in Santa Margherita Ligure and some work-related stuff in Paris.

They say both are lovely this time of year. But I guess any time on the Italian Riviera or the City of Light can’t be bad. Especially when you’re with a wonderful traveling companion and you’re flying out of a place like Jacksonville. I plan to make the most of the time abroad.

Last time I was in Paris was 2007. Fortunately, it’s one of those cities that doesn’t change much in any way that matters. I’m assuming they still serve wine. I’m assuming the Seine at twilight still evokes a man’s old, best dreams.

I’ll be back in a couple of weeks. Not that it will make any difference in this blog — where months sometimes elapse between posts — but my eight loyal readers deserve to be kept in the loop.

By the way, I’ve taken a personal vow not to post any of it to Facebook or Instagram. That kind of thing can get annoying, can’t it? Anyway, I want to enjoy the trip, not market it. Maybe I’ll post a few photos here later. Whether anybody wants to see them or not. Ciao.