Backtrack to England...

Here's a bit of a surprise: Johnny and I spent a mere four or five hours in London, and found that we were quite satisfied with that amount. Our stay was henceforth spent in the English countryside, mainly in the home of our hosts, in a small village called Chilton, where instant visions of Jane Austen novels spring to mind, and there is always someone offering you tea.

We also visited Oxford, which is as beautiful as you would expect and which stirs up irrational desires to pursue a master's degree in theology and philosophy... Our last day in England we were joined by Petra -Johnny's friend and our lovely host, along with her parents- and the three of us visited the luthier who designed Johnny's Manouche guitar in the old spa town of Cheltenham. After our guide conjured up some Guiness and Petra and I did a bit of shopping while the musicians wrangled with guitars, it was back to the village for dinner at the local pub.

The next day we set out for Paris, but that is another story altogether...


Quaint countryside home where we were most welcome


Johnny shakes it down at the luthier's


England? Ireland? Guiness Ad?