Long flights for scant gain

In the second half of twenty twenty five we see Europe three times. It’s a gift each time, some ten years since my last exploration. These are our years of adventure, of odd excursions with and without the youth of tomorrow today, as we’ve long referred to her cohort. In London we ride bicycles. In Budapest the tram, and miles of shoulder carry, or “ up up”. In Luxembourg, just the two of us for a…