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