We are here in Paris, after an exhausting but uneventful trip, during which I read John Grisham's novel, THE BRETHREN. He has a deliciously mordant view of the law. Paris is cold and rainy, and apparently has been for weeks. Sigh.
I took my long walk this morning early, in a fortunate one hour gap between rain drops. I shall report on local developments as soon as I get settled.