Last night Mom and I went and saw the Paris movie to end all Paris movies, Paris, je t'aime. It's a movie in twenty apparently unrelated segments (one for each arrondissement) each directed by someone new and featuring a new cast.
It was uneven, of course, sort of like a book of short stories, but I loved it. It is in five languages (at least I think) and the tone of each segment is different. I tended to like the episodes with a more straightforward narrative style, but even the section with the tale of two mimes falling in love (which both Mom and I would have initially found terrifying) won me over. (It would probably do nothing for Uncle Bubbles.)
This morning the GrandPs and Dad and Subcontinent arrived. First the GrandPs and then the others, since they opted for a ride through the RER (slowed due to a fire) and then the metro instead of the taxi cab chosen by my older, and apparently wiser, relatives.
Nonetheless, everyone's here. Currently they are all taking naps and I am considering it. Their jetlag is making me tired.