We survived many things in India so far. Even crossing the street is a harrowing experience. But when I tripped and fell, fracturing my two front toes, I felt that India was not done with me. I'm to sit with my foot in a plaster and my leg elevated for one month - Ha! Isabelle was very sweet while accompanying me to the doctor. We decided to stay on in north Goa after that and just stay put. Finally she left almost one month before me. Meanwhile, an urgent message from Paris is summoning me west to the icy tarmacs and high rent districts. Soon I will return to a land of snow and stress.
