Biscay

For many years, the Bay of Biscay has followed me in my imagination. In 1998, I travelled alone along its shores before taking the beautifully named night train “La Palombe Bleue” back to Paris. As my ornithological knowledge is practically non-existing, I could not tell if it was indeed a blue dove on this bottle from the Basque Country but it nevertheless felt like a good investment after my afternoon gym session at USM.

Today was the final day of teaching with my political philosophy class which always leaves me a bit sad. Now just marking remains before it is time to meet 120 new social work students and talk about public administration.