Jet lag is one thing, but I'm feeling Spring lag really badly today. The trip to Paris and Prague was beautiful, but it was also into full blown, tulips up, lilacs blooming, bright green everywhere Spring. That was wonderful.
Now it's brown grass with hints of green, poorly developed buds on the trees, cold winds and a seasonal lag of a few weeks ahead. When Spring in Canada happens, it happens fast.
It will come, won't it? It's never going to look like Paris in this neck of the woods - I won't ever see that diversity of people or hear all those languages in this lovely backwater, but now I'm impatient for a new season.
The fish all survived, even the fry which have grown well.
It was interesting. In terms of day to day technology, things were quite advanced there - maybe more than here. But bookshops were thriving in both cities - paper books galore. If I'd had more luggage space, I saw a number of things I would like to have read.
When they are replacing the roof on my apartment building is not the time to live on the top floor. 
