Back in the USA

Thanks to everyone who sent E-mails and messages and links; I'm plowing through all my messages now and I have to get caught up on all the blogs.

In the meantime, here are two things I saw in French restaurants that you never see in American eateries: cigarettes and dogs. In fact, this very morning (before my flight back to Logan) a huge dog lumbered into the patisserie and settled himself into a corner where all the waitresses petted him/her (I didn't check). When he/she didn't get a fair share of pastry, he/she simply walked into the kitchen. Crazy.