There are no more sausages.


I met Olaf yesterday at Magnum, and helped translate Herbert List photo titles for a small book in Italian that Magnum will publish. We then went back to our hotel, cute, but WAY the hell out of the way at Porte Doree. C’est la vie. It took about an hour to get there from Magnum and it was all we could do to rest up a few minutes before heading back into the center to meet up with Olaf’s friend Jodie for dinner at a great place called “Chez Nenesse” (or something like that) in the 3rd arrondisement.

We saw a fantastic expo today at the Jeu de Paume, followed by a lovely walk through the Tuileries. We then bought some yummy macaroons and made our way back to the hotel for a nap. Rather, we were supposed to nap, but instead I updated my blog. Hope I don’t fall asleep at dinner tonight.


deux Paris



  1. Ebeast says:

    It looks like you are having a great time. I miss you a lot and I am ejoying following your travels. Take care and stay in touch.

    Love you.

  2. George says:

    Fun, fun, fun.. I wish I was there with you. This is the next best thing. I love the pictures, you’re quite a photographer. I miss you lots.

  3. Jose says:

    Okay…I have been wiewing and reading your blog, just not commenting…

    Beth and George are both right: you’re missed; though I’m glad to see you’re having such a great time.

    It was fantastic to hang out with you and your family — Indy is quite the place! And you’re family is so amazing!! (By implication so are you…you know what they say about the apple not falling from the tree and all that.)

    Chicago, London and Paris look like great places to hang out in this time of year, and you look happy and carefree in those pix. Yay!

    Not sure where you are now. If you’re still in France, give Laurent and Thierry big hugs and European kisses (one on each cheek) for me.

    Keep on truckin, Mary!