Okay, well, it's been a year and a half but since nobody's out there listening, I guess it doesn't matter much. Also doesn't matter much then, that this post isn't even about London. But it is about Nairn - Nairn's Paris, that is. On a fleeting visit, wasn't surprised to see much more of the Paris that I.N. describes still exists today, both physically and atmospherically. Will restrict myself to one entry and a photo - simply, Palais-Royal.

"...or bonjour tristesse... gravelled and filled with six lines of trees pleached out of roundness to run along the alles and shade seats in a physical graticule which becomes also an emotional one.... surely among the greyest joys of the world, that far end of Mozart which already seems beyond the grave."

Pleached. I really love Pleached. And the place still lives up to the prose, especially on a november afternoon. The only regret is that 'Drapeaux de France', the greatest tin soldier shop in the world, was closed, and appears unfindable. I hope it's not.