Dear Readers

It was hot and still and muggy in Paris today, and all day I've felt damp and overheated and tired, plus perhaps the foreigness of everything and the constancy of the city (it is never quiet) is starting to wear me down a bit.  There's a great expression in French, "Je suis creve," the verb "crever" denoting what happens to an automobile tire when it gets punctured.  That's how I am today.  Deflated.  Flat.  Punctured.

So, my apologies, but no blog post today.  Check back tomorrow, SVP.