Wishing for winter to come back, but with filed-down teeth this time. Summer and tourism destroy ambience.
And no, it's not a Leica hanging down near my belt; a great war-snapper look, but all I know was suspended from the neck was a pair of Polaroids that I used to wear even as far back as during my French drives, the last being about fifteen years ago. Hardly a scratch on the lenses (lenses? Polaroids?) but the gold (another overstatement) rims have turned anything but; more a delicate aquatic green from perspiration rot.
You'll all be delighted to know that my watch's recent service has been a great success: timed against the computer clock, it has gained a minute in a month. It always used to lose time, so nice to discover, forty-four years later, that it's really quite versatile and can swing both ways! I don't imply anything sexual to it - I'd be quite surprised to learn it has a sex life, or at least not unless when I'm asleep. You never can tell, though. I wondered why it glowed better in the dark now than it did before it went off on vacation a couple of months ago. Maybe it's just happy to be home.
Rob C