from Paris

I'm writing from the "Web Bar" near the hotel. This is a great block -- it has trees, a bar, a web cafe, two decent restaurants at the other end, and it's only a five-minute stoll from a major plaza with about 6 subway lines. Our hotel is cheap and comfortable and speaks English at those times when one is too tired or jet lagged to think of any French.

Sightseeing sightseeing, walking walking walking. At first it was hazy sun, then the last couple days it's been breezy and overcast and a little rainy. Everything going well. The best moment so far has been early yesterday evening, walking across a bridge over the Seine in the last rays of the sunset, everything so beautiful and Cris happy.

This morning I passed an older man with a crutch who was merrily singing "Camptown Races," in French, while crossing the street. Today, Musee Picasso and the Beaubourg.