Thanksgiving

In Paris, every day is Thanksgiving. The Parisians don't necessarily know this, or experience it, but that's my own prevailing state of mind. In fact, I carry with me at all times a little notebook in which I list each day's items for which I'm particularly grateful. This is how I do my post-trip reports -- sent to friends who humor me to a touching extent -- with such acute recall!

When I return to New York, I copy them more legibly to attach to the pages of the calendar that's devoted to each day's gratitude list. The main difference between the daily Paris lists and the daily New York lists is that there are more numbered items in Paris.

The photo I just tried == four times! -- to upload failed to appear: of the gentleman for whom I'm most thankful! This was taken on my birthday at the I-Love-You Wall in Montmartre, behind the Abbesses Metro: "I love you" appears in over 300 languages. Enough of that torment. I'll try, in a separate post, another photo, taken previously, with the other camera that had had a greater success rate in the uploading department.