The Vaio just crashed and ate the Chronicle I’ve been working on for the past hour. It’s too late to try again. The short form is we traveled from Chipping Campden, England, to Cannes, France, today in a car, two buses, and a plane . Some of it went smoothly, like arriving in Nice just in time to catch the last express bus to Cannes. Some of it didn’t, like whacking the curb in the rental car at a roundabout near Oxford. But in the end, we’re very grateful to be back home on Boulevard Carnot. Chipping Campden seems like a dream trip to the land of Hobbits.