Paris - September 6, 2003
We made it...123...we were in LA and then we were in Paris. We are sitting in our room. Trying to decide what movie to see. But first we must be off to see Salvo (j'espere), than to Mirawa.

We left the room to get our carte orange billets and came out to a torrent of rain. We hung around under a sandwich shop awning. It passed in a few minutes and we were on our way.

We arrived at Le Balto at 2:15 pm. Now we wait for Monsieur Salvo. Will he come? or is he relaxing in the jungles of Brazil, fighting brigands, a la Johnnie Depp?

Pretty soon Mr. Salvo shows up. Thinner, more fragile. We speak for about 10 minutes and then his niece and nephew show up. We visit for a while. The left and we stayed a bit longer.

We promised to meet him tomorrow afternoon and then we were off for our Chinese fix. We walk home. Get there around eight. We pass out for an hour and half and then stare at the ceiling. To tired to get up, to wired to sleep.

Finally slumber comes.

Paris - September 5, 2003
T-Day. Travel day. Woke at 3 am. Finished packing. Can hardly contain myself. Maureen is watching Jimmy Dale. Newspaper is stopped, mail is being held. Air France doesn't expect any strikes today.

I am sooooo excited. Paul is too. We don't share our excitement but it is in the air.

We are being picked up at 10:30 am. Flight is at 3:30 pm. We have confirmed the flight. All we have to do now is to get on board and get there.