We’re in Paris. The clouds threaten rain and the unions a General Strike: c’est le vie! I love Paris. It sings. It dances. It laughs. And it has an unconscious cool that I always hope is contagious. Plus, it’s Fashion Week – the World Cup of Who’s Wearing What. No, we’re not going to be sitting in the cheap seats, looking for celebs; we have other things to do. Things like the cemetery at Montparnasse to lay a pen on Baudelaire’s grave (we promised) the Luxemburg Gardens for the puppet show, and a glass of wine and a few tears across the river from Notre Dame. But mostly, we’re just going to hang out – try and catch the rhythm of a Parisian lunch, stroll the boulevards and maybe have one too many glasses of wine in some café somewhere.
But I said all this to say this space may suffer. Between the time change, the Wi-Fi, the food, the wine and the unavoidable fact that I’m no travel writer, the next few weeks at WDFYFE.NET are going to be hit-and- miss, so please have patience. Anyway, I’ll try my best to … Just a sec! … “Bonjour, deux verres de vin rouge, s’il vous plait.” … See what I mean? In Paris, life intervenes. C’est le vie!