From apple picking to Cartier.

The Parisien skies from my balcony are breathtaking. And serve as a distraction from a display of street litter and constant traffic violations, that Im not actually confident enough to emulate just yet.

The 4 and 6 year olds have just told me they washed themselves with a paintbrush, in lieu of a bath. Paris is so awash with charm and novelty, its bound to have an effect on the domestic life.

With the beautiful french language spilling out all round us, its literally painful to hear oneself producing, with immense effort three or four word sentences, but I guess progress is being made, judging by the usually positive response. To be more accurate, any response is positive.