Working on yet another Paris diary (rich pickings :-)) - this time photos in the tracks of Sartre and De Beauvoir, and about the book on them "Dangerous Liaison". Given the "understated" praise, SK, :-) for the Impressionist one, I feel I have to work hard on this one. At first I worked inside with windows closed, despite the heat, due to the bloody traffic, electric drills of builders, etc. Then went out and, appropriately, worked in a cafe, one with a terrace big enough to get away from the omnipresent French smokers. Luckily this part of Av. Jean Medecin is on the tram line and mostly closed to other traffic, though some motorcyclists use the pavements, so it's relatively calm:

It's not the Deux Magots or the Flore:

 - but then are almost no tourists. Last night at an English- French Meet-up, an American guy working here, a Texan in fact, said: "Why do American tourists have to talk so loudly and use 'like' every five words?" Exactly :-)

Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.