Looking out the window

My lasting words as I walked out the gates of Esher College in England for the last time some 33 years ago were...'well that's it, I will never do another exam ever again in my life'. Never say never. Tomorrow I embark upon a new educational foray and this time specialising in a subject that I was quite frankly, hopeless in at school...French.

We arrived at the language school in Tours on Friday after dropping off the trusty Peugeot that has been our traveling companion for the last month or so. There's a real sense of freedom now not being bound by the restraints of french car parking regulations, GPS commands (or lack of them at vital times) and relationship straining trips around the Arc de Triomphe (twice in one go).

I've attached the view from our apartment window which I hope will be as inspirational as the following story.

There was an employee who was always gazing out the window. When the boss was questioned by the other disgruntled workers why this guy got paid the same wage as them but didn't do anything, he replied; "One day that guy came up with an idea when he was looking out that window that made this company millions of dollars. What's your idea then?"

Creative people are invariably critised by the paper shufflers and report writers for being lazy and unproductive when in fact they need the time to think and the environment to be inspired. This place is pretty inspiring and hopefully will make up for my lack of skill at my chosen subject or I could simply carry on looking out the window.