

Aigues-Mortes, France
(NOTE: This isn't one of our typical travel blogs, but it is about a journey and arrival, of sorts...)
I am on the eve of becoming what in some circles is known as 'A Gentleman of a Certain Age'.
I have however always been of a certain age. I knew for certain, for example, when I turned 30, and later 40. I was certain also that I'd turned 50 when I turned 50. So certain in fact that I remember it as though it were ten years ago. Oops.
And now I am certain, yet...