I’ve been battling a cold for weeks. So what happens when I finally arrive in a place where I can relax and unpack? It hits me. Though I’m in a cozy apartment close to Paris. And tomorrow morning when I awake, my first birthday duty will be to enjoy a chocolaty pastry from Paul next door. So I can’t really complain. Initial stops during my first week in France: enjoy a delightful homemade dinner and wine with English friend David – check!; get a French phone number – check!; have a lunch meeting with fellow French FLFA collaborator – check!; pay my respects to those who came before me – check!; arrive at new winter home via Charly’s handsome son Eric – check! Now … work … get rid of cold … meet with friends … and breeeeathe.