& finally...

Sunny last morning packing and cleaning out the apartment. Sunday; I walk out through the park, past 40 people taking a ta'i chi class from an elderly Chinese gentleman, past the stall where volunteers offer hot drinks to rough sleepers, to the bottle bank. Like any European city. & a last coffee with a glass of sparkling water and a couple of heart-shaped biscuits. BsAs might not top my list of cities I'd choose to live in, but it's a great city with heart, and a lot of affection. I hand back the keys, drag my bag into the street and hail a cab to the airport...