I have this crappy chest cold that has taken away my voice. What misery! I, who have so much to say, left voiceless. It’s gone on for two days now. I will accept one more day of this rubbish and then it’s time for drastic measures. What drastic measures I don’t know, but this is maddening!

Bucky did a fair job with his Ramporting, but neglected to mention how very kind Janette and Marc have been to us, and what a grand time we had with Jejune and her family. Petal is the most adorable Chihuahua I have ever met.

And yes, Lulu has joined us on our travels. The innocent is a broad now!

Today has been quiet. We are finally in the same room for more than one night, so I have been able to unpack the suitcase. And DH won’t tell me how much the laundry bill is going to be. Every time I go outside I sweat right through my shirt. My system isn’t used to the warm temperatures.

Tomorrow we are doing the bridge climb. Even if I feel abysmal, I’m doing the bridge climb! They won’t let us carry our own cameras (someone is bound to drop their Leica on the passing traffic below) but I’m sure they’ll have photos for sale.




I have taken dozens of photos of the local architecture. I love the old, old buildings right next to the sleek new ones. And being from America’s west coast, anything more than 150 years old is really old to me. This place used to be a brothel.