I fly to Paris tomorrow: on Friday the 13th. A detail I only realised a few days ago.
For those who are wondering what the big deal is, Friday the 13th is known to be the most unlucky day in the world. I forget why, and honestly I couldn’t care less to find out.
I’m not superstitious at all, but there’s something with this date that allows something uncomfortable to linger in your mind.
(Random recollection: many buildings in India don’t have a 13th floor because the number is considered so unlucky that real estate agents never manage to sell apartments on that floor! Now how’s that for super superstition!)
Anyway, good news is that in Spain it’s Tuesday the 13th that is deemed fatal – so I suppose I’m in the clear.
Lot’s of posts in the backlog, am back Sunday night – stay tuned.