“Paris is worth a Mass,” said Henri of Navarre, who became France’s Henri IV at the cost of converting to Catholicism. Well, that’s what the translators claim, but I prefer my own translation of his “Paris vaut une Messe.”
Even the hotel coffee is delicious. Even the coffee at the conference where Frank is speaking is delicious. Even the 80 plus degree sunshine is delicious. Even the six-hour time difference that means that my body thinks I’m typing these remarks at 5:30 a.m. is delicious.
No, wait, maybe I mean that I’m delirious. I’m going back to bed now, see you later…
4 responses so far ↓
1 Yvonne Adams // Jun 9, 2004 at 8:46 pm
I’m so jealous!
I visited Paris once, in the Spring of 1975 (am I that old?). I can still taste the exquisite strawberry ice cream, warm sugared crepes from street vendors and impossibly layered croissants.
2 Lisa Williams // Jun 9, 2004 at 11:21 pm
Betsy, it makes me smile to think of you et famille drinking coffee in Paris. Take lots of pictures!
3 Betsy Devine // Jun 10, 2004 at 2:58 am
I will think of you both as I eat coffee and shoot photos–so nice to hear such kind responses to my incoherence!
4 m@t... // Jun 12, 2004 at 8:36 am
Oh, I only just read on Joi Ito’s Wiki that you suggested kidnapping me for Paris! :)
Bad timing though, I won’t be in Paris in a while. I’m taking my chance with a few companies to work there soon though.
Have a great time in Paris! :)