Walker Tracker

Yesterday I spent most of the day in pajamas.  I worked on my new story,  surfed the internet,  printed out some of the stories of my colleagues in my workshop in the upcoming Tin House Writers Workshop in July,  I critiqued some of those,  and copied some of Christine's impressive opera collection onto my computer.  Today, Christine drove us to Angouleme and we took the train from there to Paris.  A relatively uneventful journey except for the exploding coke bottle in the seats across from us that splattered everyone in the car.  Went to the Grand Epicerie to buy some chocolate as gifts,  headed to an English language book store, Shakespeare and Co. to look for a book for me for the plane  (I finished Kavalier and Clay and also the Prime of Miss Jean Brodie which was hilarious and disturbing),  and went to a pedagogical bookstore for teachers where Lucie looked for some materials for her students.   Then had a great dinner with Henriette, chicken and pasta.  The weather in Paris is awesome.  Perfect.  And it looks to stay that way for the rest of the trip. 

Here is another picture of the neolithic "menhirs" that dot the landscape in Brittany. 

And since no one commented on Isabella Rosselini's green porno movie on the sex life of bees, here is one on snails: