We gave her a copy of the 2012 Butterfly Calendar, which has come out very well.
She gave us a quiche with salad, followed by creme caramel, with a very good red wine. And coffee. We talked about new things, and old things.
Every generation goes through this process - the layers and layers of memory accumulated. Uncle Paul's funeral is now receding into the past. And we were remembering our time in the
The bus ride to and from Aunt Jo's was also a trip into the recent past - our expat past - as it is very Islamic now, with Arabic writing on nearly all the shops, lots of ladies in abayas, Lebanese restaurants, a prayer call going on somewhere, and verses from the Koran at the bus station. I was hurtled past them by Captain Speedy before I could take in more than the first one - which is basically that there is only one God.