Remembering the road

Memory is an amazing function. Whenever I find myself back in my home region of France, it takes very little time to remember everything, including every twist and turns of each alpine road on which I drove while I was young, more than forty years ago.

If nothing has changed significantly in the road path, it just comes back so naturally that I often wonder if I ever left that place. Well, this stands definitely as a piece of good news when I have to struggle to remember a name or an event on a daily basis...