Sunday
We arrived in Paris Sunday morning 8/12 after a flight of about 18 hours, including a 4 hour stopover in Montreal. We made our way to Jeanne and Bertrand's apartment in the 16th. We have stayed there a number of times when they were in the country, and it feels like our home away from home. Tom went out for supplies – not much since we were leaving the next morning – and then there were naps. Our friend Yamina appeared about 4:30, and we chatted for several hours catching up on all the news on both sides of the pond. Tom had been raring to go out to dinner, but by the time we were ready to go, we both knew we would be asleep by the time the soup was served, so we said good night to Yamina. We barely made it through a quick dinner of hamburgers and left-over carrots from our trip before we collapsed.
In a way, just as well. The weather in Paris was cold and wet, not at all what was expected. According to the weather reports, it had been enjoying a moderate summer of high 70s and low 80s. But according to the cab driver from the airport, this is the year of no summer – the weather being gray and cool all the time. (Reminds me of the recent book about the Little Ice Age, when people starved in Europe because there was too little sun for crops to grow. A couple of years ago there was the same problem in the south – no fruit on the trees.) So I thought about all the light clothes I had brought, and worried a bit.
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