London Life

 

There is a great difference between Mali and London I have noticed. In Mali all is extreme. Everything seems impossible and until the very last minute one is in the dark about everything: 'Is it going to work?' 'Seems highly unlikely.' 'When will it start?' 'Have no idea'. 'Will I ever get out of here?' 'Maybe not.'  I think I am quite addicted to an unstable life style with some danger attached.

 Have planted geraniums in my window box. 

 But really, I am not complaining..

As usual Jeremiah is providing plenty of good quality outings like last night at the French Institute when Charlotte Rampling and Lambert Wilson read poetry linked to Paris in the early 20^th century and anchored on TS Eliot- who was influenced by Baudelaire amongst others it turns out. Lovely to hear the wondrous  Harmonie du Soir  so beautifully read.

There is a gorgeous Sonia Delauney in the stairway at the Institute, and there were lots of yummy little canapés and good champagne.  We ended up in the venerable Daquise Polish restaurant in South Kensington afterwards. 

There are things going on in Timbuktu: the blessed boxes with the digitizing material which were sent from the Benedictines in Minnesota in February have finally wound their way to Timbuktu, and were received at the Imam Essayouti Library on Thursday, Alhamdulillah!

 More of this very soon..