morning in the marais

hello bonjour mon amis,
gwendolyn et moi are now here, landed,
after a very tumultuous trek through the grimey and crowded
RER B, the train from the airport to paris.
"an unnounced strike" created less trains and hoards of hot travellers.

we have this nice view from our apt window of the city hall, i believe.

first evening, i was re-visiting an old worn shoe that i couldnt take off---(causes blisters)
and wen was drinking coronas with a famous author, Nicola Keegan, in a small bistro
by the Seine.

This Sunday morning, we had a petit dejeuner in an old market, bought a bouquet of flowers, and looked through vintage photos at a small stand.

The sky is filled with swallows, puppy white clouds with shards of baby blue.
Sounds of cars and over-sized laughter in the street below.

we are off----
where? well, the streets will carry us today.
maybe tomorrow we will carry them

but first, we will try to post a photo
xoxo j&w