these islands
Tuesday, September 23rd, 2003
In Dublin, the sun shone and we ate like kings. Alex was sleek and happy, like a well-fed cat. In London, too, the weather is delightful, and we have had four scrumptious meals in three days. You expect good scones with clotted cream, but I had a delicious caprese salad on Sunday night. What’s going on? This isn’t Europe, it’s topsy-turvy-world.
Claire hoots with joy that toys as irresistible as autumn leaves actually grow on trees.
