15 May 2007

Retirement to The Samarkand Teashop

The Samarkand Salon de The, a carpet covered cafe on a small backstreet in the centre Paris. I sip a bowl of widely spiced tea and listen to a mournful sounding ode from Usbekistan. I'm here, having escaped from a week of 9am to 7pm technical talks and too much work that left me hectic and tired. Now in bustling Paris, staying at family and friends, feeling time slow down in the absence of schedules, I enjoy the days events and spring surprises: a little tango, a lot of wandering and walking, some dinners and a few discussions later. Soon I will take the train to the village where my mum lives.