The bridge across River Ness, symbolises the bridge of time between my recent return and now; it brings people to the other side, to territories you dream of but have never set foot on, yet untrodden and untouched. It also symbolizes the journey through the coming viva on 1 October, like a rite of passage, that distances oneself from one's work to look at it from another perspective, even to hate it, and to emerge hopefully in a blissful reconciliation with one's views, and that of others. The journey across the river this Thursday will bring me down to Chichester for the oral defense together with my internal examiner. How it would be like would be in their hands, I can react but not dictate.
The onward journey from Inverness brought us back to Edinburgh, and then to London and Paris. Remember some time ago, I lamented that the continent is so near yet so far. But things turn out that I was there, Paris, and indeed the musée du Louvre--a spectacular city that does not fail to awe.