Friday, September 12, 2008
Sleepless on the Seine
You forget that the human body isn't meant to go a quarter of the way around the globe in half a day. It seems perfectly reasonable in theory since technology has made it possible, but in reality? Oy vey.
Our first morning I woke up feeling ready to hit the road: get breakfast at the cafe down the road, do some marketing at the covered market a couple of blocks away, take a walk in the neighborhood to get our bearings, no problem. By 2:00 pm I had been reminded that my body thought it was the middle of the night; I was dragging my tail through the Marais, anxious to get home and lie down. Gene pn the other hand had had no illusions; he felt off kilter from the get go.
By the time our brains realized that if they had been home it would be 10 am and they could wake up, we had hit the cocktail hour. Okaay, no problem, let's go...for about 3 hours. Then the wall.
The three hours were fun though. We met our friends David and Eva at their lovely place in the Marais, went to an art opening near Bastille, got caught in the rain, sheltered in a doorway with a very nice woman who turned out to be going to San Francisco in November, and walked through the rain to dinner at 404, a Moroccan restaurant we'd been wanting to try. Luckily it was only 3 blocks from our apartment because I don't think we could have made it much farther by that point.
Today was better. But here I am at 2:00 am, typing away.