Photos from that strange fountain near the stairs of Beaubourg, courtesy of Herv�, his digital camera, and a random snatch of afternoon last week.
Today is moving all of Seb's stuff, and all the stuff I promised to him out of the appartment, teaching him to burn CDs so that we can dub my collection for Sophie,
and generally racing about.
If I plan to find time next week to spend a couple of days in the country meeting Cristal's mom, then time is really beginning to press with all its weight on the liquidation of my life here.
Packing, cleaning, moving, organizing, and somehow countless paperwork remains.
And then, when all this busywork finally ebbs
I will be in another place
Beginning even other lives.