Permanent link to Paris parkrunThe English gentleman, who was in his seventies, claimed that it was his dream to die while running parkrun. We laughed as if this was a joke but I knew exactly what he meant; parkrun was his happy place and a testament to being active irrespective of age.
Reunions (and a bit of stalking) in Paris
When I was nine, my best friends were twin girls, four years my senior, who lived next door. Their dad was a bank manager, so they were Irish nomads who moved … Continue Reading Reunions (and a bit of stalking) in Paris
