Back in Lyon, staying with my friend, I tried to keep up with my daily walk. There are the remains of a Roman amphitheatre near her house.
In my spare time I’ve been working on writing out patterns for some of the hundreds of sprang lace motifs that I saw in Brussels.
I taught a finger weaving class in TheHague.
My host in TheHague pointed out some flocks of birds, all bright green. It seems that escapee parakeets have adopted certain parks in TheHague as home.