July 11, Paris.

Ok, so there's something that probably should be said about the fact that I have not found the time to write coherently about this trip since we returned to Paris. What is it? Life in the big city? No quiet time? Always on the move? Or is it just that we have so many tourist-y things to do?

It certainly hasn't been for a lack of trying. For the last several days I've sat down, only to get a line or two written before I collapse of fatigue.

I have tried. I really have. If nothing else, my entries of the past few days are evidence of my frequent attempts to write, abortive though they were.

Forced to fall back to bulletized lists of the days major events (and incomplete lists at that), I am certain that I will dread looking back at them in years to come.

No matter ... onward.