It's almost impossible for me to believe my first week in Paris is coming swiftly to a close, and I've done essentially nothing on the tourist scene.
The cats are happy and fed, the litter box clean. As for myself, I spent most of the time trying to escape the headache that followed me here. I've taken three or four walks, found the local boulangeries and supermarches, eaten a couple of meals out. Mostly, however, I've been listening to music and sleeping off the migraine.
Here's to big plans for the coming days. As a Midwestern friend commented, at least Paris is not covered in ice and snow.