Ah, that wonderful time known as the reentry—when the les petits enfants go back to school. Not that I know anything about that. All I know is that Paris is alive again with the noise of everyday life, and I can have a nice whisky in the free open air of my favorite bar again. Praise September! I thought I’d go mad from the quiet of August.
It was good to see Henri again. He was full of stories and photos of his time away. He looked tanned and relaxed, fresh from the seaside. Hey, at least one of us had a good time.
For me, my good time starts now—now that Paris is back from vacation. Soon people will fall back into their busy routines and lives will rub against other lives, creating the kind of heat that can drive a person do something unthinkable. And when that happens—and it will happen soon enough—I’ll be right there.
Come on, September, bring me something to do!
