They're all that's left you

(Continuing my new habit of copy-and-pasting an entry to each weblog in turn. Maybe I'll have a more elegant and automated way to do this soon.)

Long ago, it must be; I have some photographs...

After going to get travel insurance on Sunday, cola and I wandered about town for the rest of the day, because as soon as my mother took pity and bought me a fan, the city decided that it didn't need to be so crushingly hot after all, so the weather was just beautiful and very well-suited to happy meandering. We stumbled upon and explored briefly the grounds of St. George's School for Young Dragonslayers, a building so marvellously ornate and medieval, and so unexpected, sitting back from its peaceful suburban street, that I sha'n't be surprised if it isn't there when we go back, even given the website. After that, we went to bubble tea, and then to see Marilee, who has a debilitating headache (poor Marilee!) but was nice to talk to anyway.

Yesterday, I fell over and scraped my fingers (and got dust all over me), which will teach me not to hurry down that path; imagine if I'd fallen earlier, on the long, steep stairs! I also got some American money. Today I'll pack, and tomorrow I end my tenure as someone who has never been to Detroit. I'll be back next Tuesday; have fun without me, those of you whom I'm not going there to meet.