Tomorrow morning I set out for Paris!  I'll drive to Toulouse, and God willing, find the airport, and parking, and then Easy-jet to Paris.  Once I'm on land again, I'll breathe a sigh of relief.  My hotel is in the Latin Quarter--a nice change for me.  I'll visit with my wonderful poet-friend Chantal Bizzini on Sunday.  She translates my poetry and I translate hers (mine sounds much better in French!) And Monday I'll interview the fabulous Marilyn Hacker, who is the best translator of contemporary French poetry that I know.

Then back here, a day or two in Auvillar, and I head out again, to pick up my daughter and go to Barcelona with her. Her choice of city--it's her vacation.

One thing at a time though.  First I need to find the Blagnac airport in Toulouse.  What?  My grandma Anna had never been out of her stetl  before she shipped out to Ellis Island.  I come by my anxieties honestly, if several generations late.  I do have a GPS, and it is programmed for Toulouse and to get me back here.

Once I make it to Paris, I'll be singing--rain or sun!  No computer, though.  I'm Packing Light.  You know me.

Let's see if the hotel has a terminal so that I can touch base.

A bientot!  Amities, Marilyn