Apologies for the lack of the traditional "view from my hotel" posting - just risked life and limb leaning out over a v french, not particularly safe balcony railing to get a shot down the street of blue skies, palm trees, french appartements, and a giant blow up Jacques Chirac - but alas, the lighting was all wrong, and it's not a stretching exercise i wish to repeat in a hurry. Maybe later.
it's all tres francais at the moment - Gerard Depardieu keeps appearing (on the telly, not at the hotel) promoting his new film and last night you could just hear the distant sirens of an Inspector Clouseau police wagon. just off for le petit dejeuner, before trying to figure out where the hell the conference centre is in time for the 10 o'clock gradebook focus group. why, lord, why...
a bientot
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