Travel

Travel

It has always been part of my life. America first and foremost, because I wander there every year. Actually, any destination does it for me. Hit the road or die, it’s the only choice that matters.

During the research for L’Œil de Caine, post-9/11 policemen are rather understanding when they see this Frenchie asking weird questions and taking photos of every building in Downtown LA. Same thing with the staff at the Westin Bonaventure and at Santa Monica Public Library. The latter take the time to unearth forgotten files while they’re supposed to record ballot papers for Bush Jr., who will soon be reelected. Bringing me to the desert outside Las Vegas doesn’t prove an inconvenience either. The Florida police welcome me when I lie about my publisher sending me to research my book (it can’t be farther from the truth: I don’t have even the beginning of a lead to a publisher then). These guys are the real good guys.

I love being on the road.

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