GOOD AND DISAPPOINTING IN ONE DAY - GOOD
The alarm woke me at dawn this morning. The first light was filtering through my window. Shower and breakfast and off to the Gare du Nord well before 7 to take a train to Dunkerque, unless it was cancelled at the last moment because of a "nonsence SNCF" strike which has been going on now for 10 days. Don't ever cross a bureaucrat - he'll go on strike if he's about to lose a cent of what he believes is HIS. I left on time and returned on time. Mother used to come to Dunkerque to meet her husband Roger who was Captain with the Messageries Maritimes. Just one of the ports of call that she described as "the last place on earth". I have never been tempted to go there. I have a passion though to zap my way around Europe, towns, cities I know or have heard of looking for exhibitions of interest and worth the journey. This time around, I had fallen on Dunkerque. It was and still is an industrial port and one of the rare towns I have visited in a long time w