Wed Sep 17th, 2008 at 07:17:18 PM EST
I am writing this because I am so excited and happy to be in Paris that I just had to share it with you, my friends, collegues, and allies. And also because I am staying at the à Paris household and Jerome will not let me into my room to sleep until I have posted a diary.
I will also acknowledge that my somewhat formal writing tone is not only to be attributed to my being under duress... er, I mean overhwhelmed with enthusiasm, but also to the fact that I am having the pleasure of learning the French keyboard and I cannot locate the apostraphe. I am also avoiding the letters M and W, not entirely successfully.
But let us proceed.
For much of the duration of my 11 hour flight, I was convinced by the computer graphic displayed in front of me that I had somehow gotten on a flight to Algiers, but finally the graphic-design gods took mercy on me and alleviated my fears - I truly was arriving in Paris.
Upon landing, I was shocked that I had never been informed that Paris is evidently a sleepy farming community.
I wandered through the airport, collecting my baggage and getting in a taxi, all without having my passport stamped. I assure you that I am here and that it turns out that Paris is an actual city, bso I wandered out to take this photo just in case I needed evidence at some point in the future.
So here I am. In Paris. Blogging not sleeping. Now I shall retire and, with any luck, not lie awake worrying that my blank passport will land me in for questioning on the way back. Instead, I hope for sweet dreams of shoe shopping tomorrow. I will keep you posted.