I did go for that run, this morning. Finally the weather has turned, it’s a glorious day, and I was editing the essay when I got stuck on the last line. So, time to get out. I ran in my slow and lumbering way to and around le Jardin des Plantes, and now I can state: it’s not true that the French don’t run, but it’s true that French women of a certain age don’t run, or perhaps of any age. People seem to find me an incongruous sight, a 58-year old woman in running gear, flapping down the streets. However, it felt great.
Though the weather continues sublime, I know it’s fall, because the garden is shutting down and suddenly there’s so much