Well, it is raining now in Paris, after a beautiful day of quite nice autumn temperatures. I went walking around town, enjoying the holiday as much as possible and knowing it was short and appreciated. The classic Paris is there, with change that I would say is positive. People look more lively, and gay. Yes, I think the community has made Paris a city to live in. They can be seen a lot, men and women, looking trendy and happy, a melancholic leftover from those days when Paris was a moveable feast. It is midnight again, and I have to get up early in the morning to work tomorrow. Time for bed, and perhaps another post tomorrow

Arrival in Paris, October 31 2005, Halloween (allo, gouine? in the local jargon) It is now midnight in full, and the Toussaint has begun. I am tired, jet-lagged, and somewhat happy to be in Paris. November is not the best month to be here if you are not a winter fan. They changed the time on Saturday and now it gets dark pretty soon for my taste. Anyway, I am growing into a grumpy old woman, remembering her winters and summers in a different Paris, where being a foreigner was a problem, but not particularly life threatening.

Going to bed in a little while, my hands on the keyboard, me in my pijamas, and a sea of sensations, deja-vus and, why not? happiness. Bon séjour!