A rebel without a clue.

€1 to get from Amiens to Beauvais from quai 17 in the Gare Routiere; bargain. Must be some concession run by the municipalities to transport people in and out of that random airport - Tillé ... It's not Paris and it's technically not Beauvais... I have my habits. At the Auberge du Jeunesse I had two average machine made coffees so I must seek a third better man made allongé. Unlike that phoney Andy, from Bottle and Bean, I don't really need a coffee that does anything other than stimulate. I prefer the street vendored affairs: Place Gambetta and a LavAzza is Italian style enough: they've been roasting that way for centuries so I get a taste I like. One sugar melted and well stirred, but a petite galette I can take or leave, but for the second morning I take: I prefer a chocolate coffee bean. Am I a lost soul? The paths I move along often have little to impress themselves beyond a glancing veneer. I shuffle onwards ever seeking for nothing because there is nothing really...

People are afraid of wasps like I am fearful of people. Wasps are never fearful. They haven't the time on their 'hands' for worries. A worried hornet would be a wonderful image to cast in bronze, a la Rodin. A book is bought from a second hand book shop. Thousands of antique French novels and a small crate of English language novels and one French novel translated into English. The Heart-Keeper by Françoise Sagan. The backpack is empty so an extra short novella won't count. Sent a Blablacar request this morning, but the driver hasn't responded. There are plenty of buses between Amiens and Beauvais, but so far I had managed not to involve myself in that form of public transport. Just trains. Trains are romantic. Buses are so tedious on life's metalled highways. One tedious journey... Here we are with a basket of pain and a container of Choquoise to accompany the Gasper beer made from old French bread. Happiness is these three things and the Quai alongside the Som...