Back On the way back I found myself in a 4 seat configuration with Miguel, a tall fellow with an abstract tatoo on exposed well trained arms and Simonetta, an older woman who fetched her bag from the overhead storage to find some writing utensil or her telefone charger and stowed it away three times until she finally settled down. Miguel was an engineer and Simonetta a highschool philosophy professor. Some smiles were exchanged but the conversation really started about one hour before arrival, when Simonetta couldn't open the small water bottle proposed by Frecciarossa and asked herculean Miguel to help her out. I say herculean thinking of a TV series I used to watch as a kid, in which Hercules was not only the heroic demigod of fantastic feats of strength, but also a vain fellow frequently throwing back his luscious shoulder long hair with a movement of his had and talking about the shape of his arms and the drawing on them. She wanted to know more about him so asked about the origin of the tatoos. I have no idea why he said that an abstract pattern that he chose because a girl he once loved had them and he is a big fan of the renaissance has anything to do with that time period, especially because there was also a hinduist mandala and the buddhas head intertwined, but that's what he said. She was very reasonable, calm thoughts, directed socratic questions, much different than her quite scatterbrained behavior when she first sat down. At some point both of them expressed an interest in science and engineering, Miguel as an engineer himself and Simonetta from a philosophical perspective so I brought Carl von Weizsaeckers work to their attention. With Simonetta, we exchanged a couple of book titles and concepts like Philosophy for Children or McCarmicks "The Road" and I would have liked to exchange phone numbers because she seemed to have a passionate teaching philosophy like my friend R. But it would have been impolite to ask just for hers and I really did not want Miguel's as he went on to breeze through subjects like a swath of mariuana smoke, de tete a l'ane as they say here, and always brushing through his hair like his life depended on it. It was a great talk though, at the end I suggested to Simonetta to go to the Closerie des Lilas, as she said she wanted to see the famous philosopher's school of port royal. In Lyon I was meeting A for lunch, I arrived just in time for the main dish and don't even know why because I had trouble keeping my eyes open after only 2 hours of sleep.