I have two more travel posts to do after this one (Barcelona and Madrid), and after that I hope I’ll be ready to live up to this blog’s subtitle again and, you know, actually write about my reading. As I said recently, I read some of my favourite books of the year in late August and early September, and it would be a shame not to discuss them. I also really, really hope I get to do one or two posts for A More Diverse Universe before this fortnight is over. I did read plenty of books that would fit the bill — now it’s only a matter of finding the time, energy, and emotional availability to write about them.
I confess I didn’t read a single word on this second trip, nor have I managed more than picture books since I came back. I did take books with me and had the best of intentions, but in the end my heart was too full. When I say this, I don’t mean to imply that reading is withdrawing from the world or any other such silly nonsense. There have been plenty of times in my life when I was perfectly able to read in the midst of important things that consumed my whole attention. It didn’t turn out that way this time around, though, and I’m actually okay with that. Books are my first love, and I’ll come back to them in due time.
In case you were wondering, I had the best time. This trip made me happier than I could possibly explain, and I have yet to come down from it. Here’s a glimpse of Reims, where I started my adventures and spent a perfect day and a half:
Watching the sunrise from the Eurostar.
A Carnegie Library not far from the cathedral, which unfortunately was closed.
The cathedral from the top floor of the library.
The Musée des Beaux-Arts.
A Bibliobus. :D
Random pretty buildings on a perfect autumn morning.
A plaque in commemoration of Joan of Arc.
Saturday morning market.
More soon, I hope.