Montparnasse’s La Closerie des Lilas – one of Paris’s legendary places for writers. Click to enlarge.

 Luxembourg Garden and its palace with Eiffel Tower peeking through. The sun had vanished and it was cold and damp.

Statues, vistas, and flowers everywhere. This is in Luxembourg Garden; he’s a Greek actor learning his lines. I cut off his head to get more flowers. And below – always have to go see her first day, so I’m sure that I’m actually here. Yes, I guess I am, because there she is. Be still, my beating heart.

 Someone, at some point, said, let’s build a little ol’ fountain to celebrate St. Michel on the Boulevard St. Michel, and this enormous thing resulted.

Ranunculus – my favourite flowers, all over the place.

If I lived nearby, I’d go here every day to get the patron’s wine recommendations.

My dinner tonight – at 6.30, the only person in the restaurant, of course, as my eyes were drooping shut – a fantastic ramen place nearby. Perfect for the exhausted stranger on a cold night. With a beer! Wine starts tomorrow.

And now – it’s 7.10. I’ve made it. A quick shower, a sleeping pill and I hope tomorrow I’ll be my usual perky self.