To Nuits St Georges where an old friend’s eldest son was getting married to a German girl. It struck me how “international” we have all become compared to when I came out to France 40 years ago. In those days I cut a somewhat exotic figure, carrying news of Britain to foreign parts – How do you make a good cup of tea? – and bringing back travellers’ tales of French customs – Do you like snails?
Forty years on, all that seems very small beer. Our own children live in Dubai, Paris and near Saffron Walden. The children of one of my sisters live in London and Brisbane, those of another in Kent, Dunwich, Bali, Vancouver and Perth. And so on and so forth. Where will it all end, I wonder?
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