Mirabile dictu...

I find myself in Paris.  Golly.  This was not planned; but something fell through with a clatter on Tuesday, and when life hands you lemons, make citron pressé. The magnificent Barbara came through with a lovely hotel, steps from the Musée d'Orsay and the Seine. It's a lovely bright cool morning, and I am sitting by a courtyard with a woodland garden. The hotel greeted me with the best (properly brewed) pot of English tea I've had in France, sympathetic little biscuits, and free wifi. I could get used to this.

Ah, Paris!

Nine