"C'est un beau jour de printemps parisien."

Last night I fell in love with Paris. Maybe it was the two glasses of wine I drank (they're tiny--I couldn't have just one!). Maybe it was my conversation with Sebastian and Maria after being apart for two years. Maybe it's reading this book that I love: "Un mouton dans la baignoire." Seriously, I cannot put it down. All that said, I have a cold and it is *still* chilly here. It rained last night, which was rather romantic, but did nothing help with the stuffy-nose situation. Sigh. I've chilled out about field work (thanks Jane!) and life has been better since. I've realized this is just an exploratory trip and I don't need to find everything just yet. Today I'm going to the library at Sciences Po and then the Centre Pompidou to check out newspaper articles. It looks like I'm *finally* getting paid for my Atran work. Woot woot! Here is a picture of the view from my apartment: I can't believe that I will be leaving on Wednesday! I head to Montreal for a conference. I am not looking forward to it. After that, I'll be starting my research in London. My month will be followed by a return to Paris. Do not ask how I ended up with this convulted trajectory. On that note, here is a picture I took with my mac of me in the Socialist party archives: And now to work I go. A bientot!