Run 6: le Jardin des Plantes

Run 5: le Parc des Buttes Chaumant

Run 4: Jardin de Luxembourg

Run 3: Right Bank Ramble

Le Cimetière du Père-Lachaise

Les joggings touristiques

Morning, y'all. I sincerely hope everyone's staying safe from the vicious vagaries of that surly, tropical termagant whose name I shan't mention.

If you're looking for postcards from far from the storm, here are pics from my first two runs à Paris. (That strange, black magic men call jet lag carried the day yesterday, but today's réveil at 7:45 is a compromise I can live with.)

La deuxième journée

Le jogging à Montmartre

Keep it battened down.

Love, missing, and the usual apologies

HD

Comme a dit le grand chanteur Robbie Williams, << L'ego a atteri >> . In the words of the great singer Robbie Williams, "The ego has landed."

Or Up and Running.

Border police didn't tackle me to the ground, pummel me, and put me on a cargo plane back to the States. Customs literally didn't notice me. I made the train ride in from les banlieus unmolested (merci beaucoup à mon guide, Coleman duPont Donaldson, III). Everything has been delicious. (Our apartment is owned by an Italian, and so far I have found four moka pots.) It only took me four tries to open the front door to the building last night. All that remains is to learn French, open a bank account, get a phone, student ID, metro pass, and bike rental, register with immigration, get Drue here (!!), and earn a degree before I can take a load off and explore Europe a bit. So far so good.

To have been wide awake at 5:30 this morning is somewhat confusing, as that would have been 11:30 p.m. in DC. Meanwhile, I still seem to be the only one up--Do the French not work on Thursday?

Enough about me; look at some pictures of me. Here are some snaps from my arrival. Come visit, tous.

L'arrivée

Love,

HD

Harlan leaves for Paris today!