I followed a trail of packing peanuts home from the lavomatique just now. They’re tricksy critters. They zig-zag back and forth across the sidewalk and just when you think they’ve turned and left, they pop up again. I lost the trail but I wish I knew where they were going (not here) and what they were carrying.
The internat is empty again, and all of the assistants except me are gone. I’m eating at the Buffalo Grill with JS tonight and then leaving in the morning, for Nice! Actually first I’m going to Paris but I’ll probably only have lunch there. Speaking of which I need to buy train tickets. Tata, back in a week.