In Austria and Switzerland

Also: Remembering Cormac McCarthy, Thomas Cromwell’s prayer book, and more.

This past Saturday my daughter was married in Austria to a fine Austrian man who lives in the Alps south of Innsbruck. I was planning on sending out a small selection of links in the morning before the wedding but didn’t get to it. There were shoes to shine, shirts to iron, pictures to be taken, and many other preparatory things to be done. The Swiss family drove in the day before and our kids flew in from Victoria and Charlotte. We had a fine time and danced until the early hours of Sunday morning.

On Monday, too, I was planning on sending out an email before we left early in the morning for a short visit to Switzerland, but there was packing to be done and goodbyes to be said. I would have had to get up at an ungodly hour to put something together, and I was still recovering from the night before. I was consoled by the fact that readers had John Wilson’s second fiction chronicle to chew on, which is now available for all readers. I, for one, am much looking forward to Mrs. Plansky’s Revenge, which John mentions.

Tomorrow, I leave for a six-day trek across Switzerland on mountain bike. I biked up and down the Blue Ridge Parkway ahead of my 50th and was planning to bike the Massif Central in France but decided to do Switzerland first. (Here’s the route I am taking for those interested in this sort of thing.)