Alicia, if I could make the sky bluer, I would, but it wouldn't be true.  More for you when I return.  This was a glorious day, St.Paul's Cathedral, The Millenium Bridge, The River Thames, and Big Ben across it.  Cool and breezy, but not cold.  No jacket required.  Mostly there were blue skies in England.  A great place to wear nice outfits, I would think! 

Not that I did...

Today, it is the flu or one of its cousins, and Paris, and thunderstorms and lightning.  For me, other than the flu, this is perfect writing weather.  Only went out for supplies and have been in all day since, writing and napping, trying to breathe through my useless nostrils.  Can I learn to love Paris whilst held up in my flat?  You Betcha.

I still have days of wandering ahead of me.

Oh.  I would be remiss if I didn't mention my amazement at the Paris flat washing machine.  One, only one, tiny machine set in the kitchen, and guess what?  You put your clothes in and the soap, you follow the directions, and before you know it. voila!  The clothes are clean and dry and you can hang them up.  It was so easy.  I must confess that I wasn't as good at learning the language of the coffee maker.  This was nearly as daunting as the London Tubes.  But without the pressure.  I read a manual, which our hosts thankfully provided, for the first time probably ever, telling me step-by-step do this then that.  Tough.

Now I want that type of brewer, because it comes out frothy--sweet in a way even without milk.  Not that I haven't found milk.  Lovely.  Really, without ever having formally met Paris, I love her.  Will try to seek an audience tomorrow!