After one of the rainstorms that moved through the area from time to time, we were treated to a rainbow over Lake Butler.

I held court during much of our stay at an outside table with a lake view, marking my presence with remnants of my contemplative moods.

Paul was at the time reading The Etruscan by Mika Waltari, a now obscure Finnish writer who wrote the novel on which Michael Curtiz’s movie The Egyptian was based. The Etruscan I believe was the last of Waltari’s novels which Paul hadn’t read, making Paul, I suspect, the only living human being outside Finland who has devoured the complete works of the all but forgotten writer.

All too soon it was time to move on. Anna, Libba and I posed for a farewell snapshot, then hit the road again.

We still had far to go.