So I have returned to civilization from the beautiful wildernesses of Provence. Everything was profoundly scenic. As one might expect, we made little day trips to medieval hill towns. There are pictures, but I didn’t bring a real computer, so I think I’m going to have to get some sort of mobile editing software, because the future is dumb.
At any rate, now I’m in Paris. I’m still more or less at the vague vector phase of my plans. We’ll see where that leads.
One thing being here has brought to my attention is that except for at brunch, Portland has spoiled me in terms of being able to not bother with places that are crowded. If you don’t want to be packed in, Portland generally allows you to go somewhere else. A lot of places aren’t so sympathetic.
I guess it’s also the case that a heavily arranged trip as this has been so far encourages that behavior. Now that I’m on my own in a town with which I am reasonably familiar, I expect that I’ll lighten up about it. The luxurious aspect aside, I shouldn’t let Portland turn me into a country bumpkin (except at brunch, which is basically the Tokyo subway.)