I’m writing this en route to Phoenix; it has been a weekend of planes, but I’m finally on the last one (until next Friday, course). A quick visit home, and an even shorter overnight stay in my own bed in Cincinnati before heading back to the airport again.

Saint Etienne were…well, I hope to write a more expansive post on that soon, but let’s just say great for now. London was London, and I was very well disposed to it this time around; almost no rain, my first-ever trip to the BFI Mediatheque¹, and of course doing the standard tourist thing of visiting Dishoom for breakfast he first chance I had. And all sorts of people standing outside of pubs drinking well into the early hours. That was actually really comforting to see, given that my first image of Britain on landing was a horde of blackshirts.

Now, off to Arizona and the totally-fine temperatures of 108ºF. But it’s a dry heat, they all try to tell you…