Standing at the tram stop outside Bordeaux train station, the small group led by Dermot were soaking up the autumn heat and revelling in it.
Eoin, Dermot’s friend and colleague had joined the researchers at the last minute after some persuasive arguments put by Dermot to the Head of School about security and the safety of their students. Anna pointed out the patrolling soldiers in front of the station with their weapons casually carried at hip level. Pauline was buying the tram tickets for the group and Charles was absorbing the typically European scene in a state of bliss.
They made their way to Professor Simon Reblochon’s grand house and were greeted effusively. “I hope you had a good flight. Leave your bags in the hall and come and have a drink.” Flutes of champagne were handed out and a tempting array of pastries were passed around.
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