Satans rövhål

Yes, I do remember the Musée d'Orsay. I recall that you were already exhausted, having traveled from Chile to India, then to London, and finally to France. Your legs were swollen, yet you still tagged along. You said, "Go on, I will sit and read here", so we left you at one of those wooden benches. When we came back, you were sound asleep. We woke you up, and we walked back to the apartment together. You always apologized that you "slowed us down" because you weren't walking too fast. Grandma, it was always such a delight to have you around. I never imagined I would get to travel to a new place with you, and you were already 79 years old! You even rode an elephant during that trip, I mean, you didn't slow down at all, so much that we didn't even realize when you started to lose your speed at 91.