A tepid wind blows over Amboise this morning driving a half-hearted drizzle.
I have found the lair of Kush. It was at the fifteen minute mark and I’ve been past it and near it quite often these last twelve years without ever seeing it.
There is an impressive stack of beer bottles on the floor. It seems Kush has forsaken the wine his grandfather so appreciated for Heineken. Or is it another Kush? No evidence of cannabis growing here…
On the way I went past the defiled well and the cottage with the cube. I must post a picture of the finished cube. It’s exquisite.