I fear a month now of test riding restless cities, may have eroded my otherwise staunch constitution (or perhaps not). Either way, as a precautionary measure, I have checked myself in for three days in the Mill Valley Inn. I chose Mill Valley as the highest income Democrat stronghold in America, where I would feel among my own kind, and where of course I have some dear friends, who are staying by me at this potentially troubling time. The Mill Valley Inn provides one million count fine cotton sheets (etc etc), French style breakfasts and this most civilised institution: complimentary wine and cheese every evening. Can you believe? Set amidst rings of ancient red woods, and some of the finest dental work you will see on cheesy grins anywhere, The Mill Valley Inn is just what I need at this time, before I dive back into New York, then Athens and Rome. Your thoughts will be with me I’m sure.