Jet-o to Stiletto

A short trip to Stiletto City to record the Ump. Mummy P is there, though the EPark contingent is still in Paris. A lovely note yesterday reports that Isabella is fine and that they have all fallen in love, as they must, with the City of Light. There really is no place like it, especially when you have a guide who has been there a year already. The city is swarming with Brazilians -- even they have a far easier time with their strong currency than Americans do with our flaccid one.

And Tunisians and Algerians and people from all over the rest of the once-vast French colonies. Paris is their beacon, as London once was for us, as New York still is for so much of the rest of the world.

Plotnik's got the travel itch bad this morning, and what he gets is Stiletto City. Still.