For the first time in six weeks it’s gray rainy and miserable in Paris. I am going to be both fanciful and egocentric and imagine that it is becuase I am going home today. I’m presantly sitting in Rachel’s Pigalle apartment surround by mounds of excess luggage. I’m slightly wary of starting to write a round up of the time I have spent here in the last six weeks for fear of getting melancholy. In fact I think I might put off posting till I get home, other wise I might not get home, I might accidently on purpose get the RER in the wrong direction and miss my flight. So adieu for now.