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!