Songs & Charades
I take the “fabulous” TGV to Lyon — from said Gare de Lyon, there now safely and without further trouble arrived — and change to another, ordinary train to Grenoble where I get to Anne’s at 1pm and meet “the others.”
The others are certainly Magda, my flatmate from London, whose friend Anne is, and Magda’s dancer friend Ross, who, like her, is from Glasgow, and whom I have met on one or two occasions before, fancying him ever so…