The department of Isère feels remote - there are days without cafés or shops. The weather has been beautiful - misty mornings and moody sunsets. I was feeling pretty upbeat, until I watched the rugby World Cup final; now I just wish I were Richie McCaw. I was ruminating on this in the woods today when thumping music alerted me to the remnants of a Halloween rave: a few wide-eyed celebrants recovering in an abandoned house from the night before. They offered me a beer and I joined them, briefly. I completely forgot about wanting to be Richie McCaw, until now.
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