Easter in Blewbury

And later, for the Easter weekend, I went with my God-mother Giulietta to the ravishing little Oxfordshire village of Blewbury where I have spent much time in the distant past.  So all was well in the end although not exactly how it had been planned… 

Meanwhile a group of Italian tourists spent Easter Sunday at Hotel Djenné Djenno and the hotel was nearly full.  I was of course in constant telephone contact, worrying and checking things.  But  Baba, Papa  and the others managed it all beautifully alone it seems, Alhamdilullah!