Diacritiques

I’m writing this sitting on a bit of lawn under a … well, some kind of tree (there’s a chestnut and a ginkgo nearby — have I ever said that I’ve liked ginkgo trees since we planted one with my high school class?). Behind me roars the traffic, ahead of me I get a glimpse of the Seine (and hear loads of urban rumbling), on my right the Eiffel Tower, and I’m upwind from the public toilet.

It’s quite impressive how the free-for-the-moment wifi access around the Palais de Tokyo can change a stroll to the nearest mini-park.