Shady Lane, Everybody Wants One

Sunday we spent our morning in rest and slumber arising to eat a nice lunch at the Fiap. After lunch we traveled by bus to Luxembourg Garden. The public trans system here is really easy to use and readily available all over the city. With our little free maps we have wandered without major loss of navigation all across this foreign capital. The Garden was very beautiful and well kept (because you can't sit on the grass). We gathered some loose chairs around in a circle and wrote our assignments as we took in the scene of parents playing with their children on a very warm summer day in Paris. Our monologues are all now mostly finished and we are now tasked with writing a small scene containing three assigned characters: a french painter, Bobby Watson (see Ionesco's 'Bald Soprano'), and one of our parents. Tina Howe continues to be a constant source of amusement and fun here in the city of lights. We have all come to prefer her backstreets of Paris, the quieter side of Paris to the hustle and bustle of the more famous avenues and boulevards. The pace suits us all much better away from the touristas (Things always look better from the other side of the Seine). Sunday evening was spent with more languid activity knocking back some bottles of vion while playing cards and writing dada monologues. A short summation of our peaceful respite from being world travelers and plastic people of the universe, mahalo