Fall Equinox in Paris. It’s not cold out, but cooler. The chestnut trees are turning the color of rust. I saw all kinds of horses including actual live ones. I ate at one of the huge Bouillon-type restaurants. It was good, especially the fries and the bread. Bread is always my favorite thing at every meal here. I made a new friend at the Bouillon, a Parisian lady who also likes to travel. It’s a bit of an unexpected place to start talking to someone new, but I’ve actually always found Parisians to be friendly.
