Squeezebox

Thursday 10AM: Flight to Chicago. Sat next to a close approximation of Martin: a young guy with his g4 laptop and ipod, alternately watching Fellowship of the Ring and listening to tunes.

Lunch at the airport: split a chicken caesar salad and drank vin rouge.

5:30 PM: flight to Charles de Gaulle. The plane was almost full. It was occupied by the parisian whistler- a fellow who would burst into brief but full whistle every half hour or so. Practically levitating out of their seats the whole flight were three young guys from San Francisco who were going to ride Eurail for 2 weeks. They twitched and twitted out the whole flight.

Arrived airport. Cold and beautiful weather. Looked for Blue Vans. There was a problem with the reservation, so we had to wait a half hour for it to be sorted out. Arrived at our hotel around 10am. Tiny room with 2 twin beds. No place to put our suitcases, let along sit down. Arranged to change rooms the next morning.

Cleaned up and went over to Judy and Bill's wonderful apartment on Rue de Tournelles. Had some champagne and then went out for lunch. Walked through the Place de Vosges to Bistro Ma Bourgogne. I had the Ma Bourgogne salade- greens with goat cheese crouton. Roberta had aignee avec frites, J had faux filet and frites, Bill had boeuf brochettes and frites. We drank cote du rhone. Finished with creme brulee and espresso. Walked around the neighborhood for an hour or so more. Mom had a hilarious one sided conversation with a woman and her poodle-ish dog who was wearing a sweater and had 2 scarves wrapped around it's head.

Tried tried TRIED to stay awake but I could not. Fell asleep at 5pm.