au revoir

I leave Paris tomorrow. Finished with a jam-packed day, wherein I paid respects to the tomb of Oscar Wilde (on which is written some lines from The Ballad of Reading Gaol: "For his mourners will be outcast men, and outcasts always mourn," which stuck in my head for several hours after) and wandered around Montmartre. I ate farfalle with Gorgonzola in a small Italian place on a side street, where a kind resident dog noticed my keen lack of Bella and let me pat him while I ate.

Because a blog should have photos:

And more:

And one more, because it's so darling:

(Credit for the above photo goes to W, who's giving fine Bella-care. The others are mine.)

Paris photos will be uploaded when I get home. I just got back from dinner at my hotel, Mama Shelter, which is designed by Philippe Starck and so hip that the signs for the washrooms are written on the chalkboard ceiling above the glowing doors, thus causing me to miss them altogether and cheerfully use the men's washroom (there was even a man at the urinal) assuming it was some European unisex thing. I did laugh afterward.