Yawn. Too tired to even attempt wit. Just back from the Marche aux Puces at Porte de Vanves. All I can muster is looking at webcams of Paris on www.pagesjaunes.fr and looking at what everyone else is doing, hoping that the weather will be kind to us. Tonight we celebrate the 60th birthday of my friend Mary Blake, artiste extraordinaire, who lives in a cool atelier in the heart of Montmartre with her dog Nina and a few cats. Her work includes wonderful vibrant street scenes of Paris and joyful abstract tableaux. http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://anversauxabbesses.free.fr/cartep/BLAKEP.jpg&imgrefurl=http://anversauxabbesses.free.fr/album%2520des%2520artistes/coordonnee.php&h=63&w=80&sz=6&hl=en&start=103&tbnid=R-uujaIcCXxBBM:&tbnh=58&tbnw=74&prev=/images%3Fq%3D%2522mary%2Bblake%2522%26start%3D100%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26sa%3DN
The embodiment of joie de vivre, that Mary. We're not sure how many people are showing up tonight to wish her the best -- she lost track along the way -- but in any case there are bound to be Memorable Moments, some perhaps not even publishable.