Nine months, have passed since my darling husband had a stroke, I thought my world and his would dissolve into endless hours at the hospital, dreading each passing day not knowing if he would survive, walk, or talk again. We have returned to a life, different, difficult and at times heartbreaking, each day presents a new problem, sometimes I win sometimes I lose. The progress is slow, walking is tiring for him, talking is mumbled words, frustration on his part, he knows what he wants to say but can’t. As time passes we will make the best of each day, good or bad, the absence of friends is noted, only a few stay in touch now? It’s uneasy for others to understand that he is still the same man....needs friends..... Big Kate..my Albion printing press has gone, no doubt the first of many things to leave us, sad but necessary.
France, my first week in Paris will be just as I imagine, romantic, breathtaking , timeless, ancient and modern. Summer, the French holiday season will be bursting with activities and I will be there to see, explore, experience and enjoy. First things first, arriving in mid July, the first day I will take in a river view of Paris; situated along the river Seine is every building of note in Paris. A boat trip will introduce the cultural and historical aspects of Paris and give me a chance to get over the long flight. Above all, it is the art and culture that has my attention, this viewpoint may differ with time spent in Paris. First Day, Visits to Musee du Louve (home of my friend Lisa) Musse d’ Orsay ( former grand railway station) Musee de I Orangerie ( 19th century painting) Musee Picasso Musee de Victor Hugo Musee d art Petit Palais ( Museum of fine Art) Grand Palais ( Science Museum) Notre Dame Pont Alexandre 11 ( Ornate Bridge) And lunch at the Eiffel tower. The res
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