Thanks so much for pointing me towards your story, Paul. At 78, I relate to so much of what you write. I feel, in the last year or so, this creeping, grudging acceptance of the fact that I do indeed live in the land of old age. But I've resisted--an understatement--accepting that I belong.

I was probably in my early twenties when I read Sailing to Byzantium. Sitting in a university classroom, what did I care then about a country for old men? And today? It's an entirely different story.

Thanks again.

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Janice Macdonald

At 68, I started a new chapter in my life: I moved to France. Alone. It turned out to be quite the page-turner. Still is — even when age insists on a part.