rain on the skylight above my desk, rain spattering the admirably made zinc roof and soldered gutters.

its approx 12 degrees, this is not the Mediterranean. And France has been knocked out of Euro 2012. All is quiet in Paris.

Time to blog!

I am in the on the 6th floor of a hotel on the Rue Turin in the NE corner of the 8th arrondissement. The star shaped streets layout is beautiful, bewildering and gives some scintillating camera angles.

My window looks onto the Rue Clapeyron, all is no longer quiet!. Down which a trumpet player and alto sax player are walking trailing their boom box on wheels as they bounce their brass up the seven storey limestone clad walls.