A big fight going on by phone at the check-in desk of this little hotel, as I sit stealing the McDonald’s internet in the lobby – a woman lost a deposit for five nights here because she couldn’t make it in on her flight. She is talking about calling the police, but the clerk can’t do anything – she didn’t come, she loses her deposit. These scenes are playing themselves out all over Europe, people stuck everywhere going mad. I cannot believe my good luck with that bus; an article in the paper talked about a couple of French tourists stuck in Budapest, standing for hours for train tickets and bus tickets, trying step by painful step to make their way home.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in