I slept until 6am, meaning almost 12 hours of rest and (hopefully) the end of my ‘lag. Now it’s just after dawn in Paris and I am listening to the Jacque le Pigeon cooing on the roof with his amis, and T.’s nose whistling quietly while she sleepis in the other room.

As usual, once in Paris, all my clothes look sadly frumpy and a little too playful. I will work to remedy this situation.