Paris in Pictures

I posted a few from the road; here are (some of) the rest. I caught a cold the other day and it got exacerbated on the flight home, on which we were surrounded on three sides by screaming children belonging to parents whose strategy it was to sit staring straight ahead as though nothing were happening. Deny, deny, deny. Halfway through the flight when the kid behind us finally cooled down, a group of three small girls in front of us decided to sing. And sing and sing and sing. New Christmas present iPod nanos were made for 10-hour flights like these. Also, with my coughing fits, I was no gem of a passenger either.







I had a religious experience with this couch in the Musee D’Orsay. I’m not sure what it means yet, but I will let you know if God speaks to me through the furniture again. I look at this thing and I think, if this couch were a novel, what would that novel be? And can I write it?