Ahhh, Paris

Ok so here i am in Paris. It's overwhelming.

They have police on rollerblades. They are a push over.

So many day to day things here are art: the people the food the shops the wine....the late night tv here is brilliant, very arty. And yet, the music is awful, and the street theatre worse. I went to the Louvre but it was just too much. Thousands of people swarming around looking at really old famous stuff. The sensation of thousands more dead people, somehow present through the artifacts, breathing down your neck. I ended up in the bar staring at people's shoes. However, the modern art museum was just the ticket. I spent five hours in there, staring at, among other things, 50 dead birds with little knitted outfits on, a bicycle wheel stuck to a chair, a piano wrapped in an army blanket, and film of huge inflatable blobs flying around in deserts. All of it made perfect sense to me. I hope that gives some indication of my state of mind. I have been immersing my self in French literature, and I am about to go and visit the very famous Shakespeare and company book shop in the Latin quarter where Ernest Hemingway and Henry Miller used to hang out to buy more books. My head is spinning but as French author Andre Gide says, you can't hope to discover new lands unless you are prepared to lose sight of the shore for a long time....So any way, Joe and Sars....i would love to come visit you and the new kid in town, and keen to have a pint in that pub where Tolkien and C.S. Lewis used to drink. Let me know your phone number and whether you are around /available over the next week.
cheers!