June commute

My last trip on the local bus to get from home to work. I am done with the teaching part of my life. 

I snapped a photo of this rider whose outfit had caught my eye and struck me as original. The shawl was probably originally made by her. She was also reading a book. 

My last class. At the end, a student stayed on Zoom only to show me a book her friend had bought her at the local used bookstore. It was one of mine, with my name still handwritten on the inside page, to mark the ownership status. We had come full circle. I had written my dissertation on French women writers, and the book was an anthology of... French women writers.  What a great way to end my era of teaching French language and literature.