Australian Dream

Paris, the City of Lights !

That's it I'm in Paris.
I arrived at noon after three hours and a quarter on the train. A bit chilly though and I have left my bathing-suit behind.
My husband gave me the best of all gifts for my birthday: he said that you love me and that he has known it from the start. He can't believe I am not aware of it and does not understand how I can have doubts. He says everything in your attitude shows it too clearly. Is it bacuse he is so much like you ?
But that was such a proof of love on his part, reassuring me when again I was not trusting you.
I have not seen much of Paris yet. The station on arriving and the subway, but good to be back into the flat and to see the shops have not changed. Why should they ?
The connection with the Bojangles is rotten and I am wondering how I can stick to it like I am doing at the moment. In fact, because the songs are much like the ones you were used to edit: no more rocks.
Plenty of good things ar awaiting me. Tomorrow, I will attend the recording of that TV show and I will be back late into the afternoon, too late I guess to be with you: I should be tuned to the radio as usual at half past four pm, and even if I will be able to send you a mail telling you all about my day, I wouldn't be able to hear you reply to it if you ever do..I need to have a break from all this.
Laure wants to take us to a museum. I don't know when. She will keep me busy during the week-end. Now, I feel better after what my husband had told me and my spirits are high, ready to enjoy these days in Paris