Airports, airports.
I don't know why they fascinate me so much. But they do, and when I find myself beyond the security point I feel immediately relieved, and lighter.
This time I find myself at Stansted airport, in London. My new adventure in UK is about to begin. I'm afraid I'll need to learn British English! I will have to start saying funny words such as queue instead of line, lift instead of ride, ring up instead of call...
Maybe I should take English as a class instead of French?!?
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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