Just a regular day...

First a 9am trip to the bakery for the morning baguette; forgot it's Wednesday, Henrik's favorite bakery is closed. I cross the street while watching a woman with a humongous suitcase trying to wave down a taxi: Bon chance, baby. Dial Taxi Bleu or kiss that flight goodbye! We have finally got the hang of the taxi thing and it's annoying and strange for a major metropolis. Yes, there are taxi stands but the drivers are inevitably missing from their cars: coffee break, newspaper and political discussion time, lunch, light flirtation. Although there might be nine taxis lined up at the stand...there're all empty. Push the big button on the stand...a light starts flashing and then whip out your cellphone...call the number on the kiosk and VIOLA! A driver runs out of the nearest cafe, newstand or toilet kiosk!

Then off for a manicure and pedicure. It's not new York or Italy! 45€ and no wetting of the feet! Lots of electronic buffing and lotions and massage; we're in the land of reflexology and crystal music. I fell into a coma; very relaxing and my little doggies are happy after all the pounding of Paris cobblestones. Standard manicure with a lot more lotion and massage.

Next back home, abandon answering 2 weeks of serious e-mail, go for a walk and sit at Cafe Lea; the sun demanded worshipping. Stopped to feed my habit: 6 chocolate a day junkie. Jeff de Bruges melt from your finger heat and for 8.40€ I get enough for 4 days...more expensive than bread, less than shoes! Oh! more shoes...gold and silver Repettos and red and beige Arches. I've never had gold shoes..they're wonderful!