The Last Dinner at the Château
The Last Dinner at the Château There is something different about the last dinner of a trip. No one necessarily announces it. We still take our seats, glasses are filled, plates arrive, and conversations tumble over one another exactly as they have all week. But underneath it is the knowledge that this particular little community, created almost accidentally around a table in a Château in France, is about to scatter. Our final dinner began appropriately enough with wine. “White?” “Hell, yeah.” Someone had decided it was simply too hot for red. Someone else wondered whether drinking wine had been keeping them awake. Water was passed. Wine was poured. Glasses migrated around the table. And almost immediately, conversation turned to the practical realities of leaving. Suitcases. Camera bags. Sling bags. Backs strained from carrying too much equipment. AirTags. Where exactly those AirTags had been placed. And the uncomfortable realization that knowing where your suitcas...