Tour

Nothing intentional - but I would wake up feeling that part of her - very warm. And then in the morning I could not drive the scooter back up and out of the hole, it being too leave-covered wet-slick steep. I had to drive up-running along side hand on the throttle, not an easy uprising. She didn't say why but Thursday morning the girl says she wants to go home. She had been away three weeks then. She wasn't satisfied to take a train to London, she had to fly. I dropped her in Mons where she caught a train to Brussels where there was an airport.

Reaching the Continent again, in retrospect was a time-line of sorts. Time was moving ahead in all, up to this last time London. The high point was reached in the arc of the time travel. An end to the trip must now become an inkling. I made a brief feint south to Luxembourg, and then turned and boastfully breezed north again jostling aside notions of southerly finales and fussings. I continued on quite naturally thru Charleroi and Namur, and then took a turn south to the city of Luxembourg via Marche, Bastogne, Martelange and Aaron. Arrived Luxembourg Friday noon and stayed till Saturday noon. Luxembourg was quite a nice city, quite like Edinburgh in some respects.

Luxembourg is what? I still don't know. Its a name. Lux em burg. Lux I might associate with Lux soap. Always advertised top of the line, wealthy, rich, elegant, long, kiss-my-foot female legs in soapy bathwater. A town, someone's bathtub where I had no business. Or should I invade her privacy ? Not mentioned much Luxembourg in my associative distance, as no-ready associations. And the only to-mind I can now seem to beckon, is something of a camp-ground with rules, all of its own-kingdom.

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