by jemma margaret
Paris in the morning is a quiet place. Sunday morning in particular is accompanied by a gentle hush until 10 or 11 AM. We assume the diligent ones are in church and the rest are in bed (or maybe waiting in line for the Louvre–a place that is never deserted).
Though the French do say à bientôt–they generally do not practice being very early. The people who dine in Parisian restaurants before 8 are either tourists or waiters. The people who dine at exactly 8 o’clock are self-conscious tourists (myself included).
With more and more available daylight, I am finding it less and less difficult to get out of bed at 6:30. But these AM excursions have their costs…it is a rare afternoon that I do not need a sieste or a cup of tea.
Thankfully, in mathematics or is always inclusive.