Sunset

and a rainbow from a week ago

and the hill again this evening

     Finished reading Death In Venice. This novella should be read at one sitting. That is I should read in a secluded place where I can not be disturbed or distracted.

I am now reading a French mystery in translation published last year in France as Le Paradoxe de Vasalis. This paragraph in chapter two gave me pause:

      This didn't stop Jacob and his family finding themselves utterly alone when the SS came for them in August 1942. After a stay at the Dracy Interment Camp, they were sent to Dachau. Happily, a week earlier, an intuition had caused Jacob to send his eldest son to London, accompanying several containers full of pictures, sculptures and furniture.