I’ve now realised how lucky we were. When we left Wollongong for the flight to Paris, it was the start of a downpour here, and it didn’t stop raining until we came back on Friday. Now Paris is suffering the absence-of-Aileen-and-Richard effect – the temperature has dropped and looks set to continue around 7 degrees for days. It’s happened like this other times too. We ought to hire out our weather-enhancing powers!
I dreamed dreams of Paris last night! Today, I started to think my way back into the ongoing flow of the next novel – as usual, starting from far out with further planning. Tomorrow, closing in on the scene to be written next, then building up to a larger amount of actual writing day by day. Thin end of the wedge principle!
Meanwhile, here are a few more images from Montreuil, selected from all the ones Gilberte sent me, taken by the official photographer at the event.
Gilberte standing between Aileen and me, Marie (who helped at the stall) to the left of me, some of the young readers from the Montreuil club at the front, and Valérie and Élodie (librarians and organizers of the club) on the far right.