I had my first grammar class today and it was painful. Very very painful. I’m not going to like this one bit, but I’ve paid my fees now, so for the next 5 months there I’ll be, sitting down trying to soak it all in, studying hard and hopefully it will all go in.

Afterwards I had a lovely day. I met up with Di at the Musee D’Orsay to see the exhibition Cezanne to Picasso which was brilliant. We have completely different taste in art, but what I liked, she didn’t and vice a versa so it wasn’t all bad. The sun was out, we had a coffee in the Tuilleries, stopped by the English bookstore, met another Australian woman who is just about ready to move to Tunisia with her husband after 10 years here in Paris (we’ll see her again I think), then I stopped for a beer with JD on a terrace and here I am, ready to start dinner.

Another day gone by in Paris…