It the first day of my second week in Paris.
So far it has been amazing:
on the first day my friend Deborah had arranged for us to go to the dinner party which has been hosted by Jim Haynes every week for the last 30 years (www.jim-haynes.com);
staying in Emma's truck near Châteaux Vincennes, enjoying the Parc Floral;
the huge collection of students of Le Jeu on the first day;
the magic timing and playful, ruthless insults of M. Gaulier;
the sight of Roberta being transformed by a kiss and become approximately 3000% more watch-able;
the kindness of Jean, who seeing me fix my puncture returned and actually gave me a bike pump;
"Pleasure is the key to the palace of ghosts in the head;
Catarina being universally wonderful: sharing her garret with me and Charles, and giving us each morning & evening a roller-coaster ride in her mini across paris and perhaps shedding some light on the mentality of the Portuguese driver;
Having it stupid in the basement of a Squat party, dancing more than the sum total of every other person in the room (Parisians stand by the speaker and chat rather than dance.);
Finding Guerissol and then helping make a beautiful cave-woman costume for Catarina;
Food, food, food;
1 euro wine: undrinkable;
2 euro wine: drinkable;
4 euro wine: better than any wine for sale in the UK;
realising that you must risk everything before you can approach good;
and now on with the second week.