Bonne nuit!
If New York is known as the “city that never sleeps,” then Paris should be known as the “big city with a bedtime.” On the way back to the apartment tonight after helping clean up after dinner at St. Michael’s, I could have counted the number of people I saw on my hands. (My toes might have been necessary, too.) That’s right, there are probably more people shopping at the Super Wal-Mart in Dalton, Georgia during the wee hours than there are out and about in the whole of Paris on a Sunday night.
And in somewhat related news, they’re starting to decorate the city for Christmas. I saw my first Christmas tree of the season this afternoon at a shopping center. The florists are selling holiday wreaths. There are Christmas lights strung across some of the streets in the neighborhood, but they haven’t started lighting them yet. Are they waiting for American Thanksgiving? Which reminds me, I need to find a pecan pie recipe - my contribution to the feast we’ll have here at the apartment on Thursday.