Wednesday, 29 August 2007

F is for Friends

I saw these two gentlemen recently in Mirepoix, a small town situated halfway between Carcassonne and Foix, and couldn't help thinking of the Simon and Garfunkle song 'Old Friends'

Old friends, Sat on their park bench like bookends

Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy