Today was monumental. I saw all sorts of big, majestic stuff — Place de Concorde, Grand Palais, Ecoloe Militaire, on and on. I went to see the Marie Antoinette exhibit but after waiting in a not too long line for two hours had to leave. The silver lining to my Grand Palais visit was the Art Paris: 10e Foire d’Art Moderne + Contemporain show, which runs only four days. It features contemporary art from around the world. How fortuitous that I took a wrong turn after quitting the Marie Antoinette queue.

Dear readers, my feet hurt. I mean, srsly. Even the tops of my feet hurt and how the hell did I swing that? Ancient cobblestones are not forgiving. Of course my eager-walker attitude doesn’t help; I tend to underestimate distances and get lost. I took a photo of my feet in yoga toes, for the record, but what an ugly picture that is. I won’t be sharing.

Paris and I have found a rhythm. I can’t stand the thought of leaving next week although I miss home. My appetite is slowly returning and the Parisian schedule of late meals is fitting my mood. Now I need to scare up some supper ’round these parts.