Armed with key phrases such as “Where is my husband? Is he with your wife?” and “Not milk! I want good wine,” I am leaving for Paris tomorrow after work. I promise some Parisian stories, but maybe not for a week or two, because why be on the internet when you can be in Paris? Until then, may I suggest, if you don’t know it already, that you check out Dear Sugar? It is one of the best new things in my life. It is real and struggling and beautiful and brave. I mean, it is very, very human, in the kind of way that helps me be too.
And, if I fall in the Seine, forget English, or barricade myself in the Notre Dame (Notre Dame? Non! Ma Dame!), write to Sugar. She will help. I am sure of it.