A passing I would like

A passing
I would like to "officially" record the passing away of my aunt.

I first visited her when I was sixteen.....Glasgow to London then an overnight train from Paris...arriving in Cannes at 8.00am.....early signs of incredible heat....... smells of Provence..... the fish market....... her husband's clapped out Peugeot.....Gitannes.......winding roads out of Cannes to the "Plan de Grasse"......unlike all of my other "West Of Scotland" aunts......the "Voile au Vent" bar with ex-pat Brits bitching about life back home.....trans-sexual bars at night (her idea)...nude beaches during the day (my idea)....burnt bum (bad idea)........Provencal quisine in the evenings.....rooms full of paintings.....hangovers....cafe-au-lait and more french fags......

damn.....


those were the days........

Thank's Anne........