It's Toussaint, when my part of Paris is empty, although not as empty as it has been in the past: you still have a hard time parking, which didn't use to be true. I have been taking advantage of the relative quiet to get all the doctors' and dentist appointments out of the way.
Today I let slip to my dentist that I had been to another dentist at one point and he stopped dead with his hands holding the scary-looking instruments in the air and said, "Quoi! Vous me faites des infidélités?" You are unfaithful to me?
The sky in Paris yesterday and Place de la Concorde last night from my car. The church is the Polish church on the corner of the rue Cambon and the rue du Faubourg-Saint-Honoré. It has always been a gathering place for the Poles of Paris, but now they are EU citizens, the church is livelier than ever. When I went by later, people were crowding in for a church service. The church was so full that the doors had been flung open and recorded music from the Mass came pouring out over the faithful standing on the steps outside. Each person as he or she came up to the group made a sign of the cross. I don't think the guy with the dreadlocks was Polish.