We took an early morning train from Amsterdam to Paris yesterday and, after checking into our pretty over-the-top wonderful hotel here, wandered down to the Arc de Triomphe. One thing I’ll say so far: it’s a radically different experience being in Paris with someone who has studied military history, and can tell me what all the names engraved on the various monuments signify. Today, I think, will be Invalides and Napoleon’s tomb.
Last night, we had a fabulous drink and dinner with Marcus, who is one of those rare people with whom I never really fall out of contact, even when we haven’t spoken in months; we can always pretty much pick up where we left off. And I’m not just saying that because he’s reading this.
The hefty post I was working on has morphed into an essay, which I may or may not get to finish this morning. It’s coming, though; stay tuned.
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