Georges is still Dakar. I am missing my central loving amoureux. With flight delays, his very busy meeting schedule, a two-hour time difference and a lack of access to technology on his end, we've had very little means of contacting each other except for a few short emails -- and one very nice surprise SMS that I got this evening, while out having a nice dinner with Georges' daughter (lots of great bonding going on between us this week, which is wonderful). I'm still not sure how he managed to get an SMS to me, nor am I sure he received my reply, but it was lovely to get it.
So I came across this photo of a huge roaring fire in one of the beautiful fireplaces in Chambord and thought I'd post it to warm myself up a little.
