Le E-mail de Paris

Plotnik is correcting dialogue in advance of a recording session with the Ump Himself this weekend. In lieu of anything else, here are a few snippets from an email received this morning from PD, 5H and La Belie, from Paris:

Howdy,

Hello from Paris, where I wish I could write and say
that life is w/o a care. But Isabella's sleepless
nights have made us all a bit crazed. Poor little
thing has had a tough time adjusting to the time
difference. I'm talking up from 4 -6 AM, or up to
midnight and then sleeping until noon. That's really
been hard on us -- tougher than I would have imagined.
Then to make matters worse she came down w/ a fever
yesterday afternoon. It's low grade, and I think due
in large part to her molars that are coming in. But a
fever is a fever so she's asleep on the couch (flushed
cheeks and all) and Staci went to the train station to
cancel our tickets to Brittany. Actually I don't care
about not going to Brittany, although the bullet train
sounds amazing. But tickets alone were around $700
U.S. total.

(TGP interjects here: 700 DOLLARS? To take a train to Brittany from Paris, maybe...200 miles? Like here to Fresno?)

So our days are moving slowly...Eric and Jennifer are amazing hosts. He knows the city so well. We went to a great little place he knew. Astounding lunch
spot. Little hole in the wall w/ a few tables, great
wine, great sandwiches, style galore.

This morning he and I went on a 3
hour bike ride. Under the Eiffel Tower, around the Arc
de Triomphe, through a park, up the most well-heeled
streets of the city. We then had lunch at La Rotonde
(Beef Tartare, French Onion Soup, Apple Tarte Tatin,
Expresso)... the other day we rode across the Seine
and past Notre Dame.

Staci's french is coming back. She certainly has the
ear for it. We've met only nice Parisians. We always
try to speak French first. You were right... that
seems to help immensely.

So we're soaking it all in...Cemeteries, a Chopin concert
and flea markets are on
deck... but that is once the Belly gets better... So
cross your fingers that that is sooner than later.

(dan) The Great PunkyDunky