2 weeks Ago
The epiphany came to me later than I’d care to admit. I had to return home to France, travel back to Ireland and settle back into old habits to realise it. Allow me to backtrack.
On a damp October day, I stumbled upon Saint-Malo Street in Brittany, France. I’d almost missed the 350-metre-long alcove of peace and quiet as I was focused on trekking through the damp streets of Brest to my next meeting..
