When I told Maurice where I was going he said, “You’re going to the Marais again?” What can I say? I love it there.

First of all, could you have a prettier day? There was a chilly wind, though, but who wants to be inside when the sun is shining?

Interesting window.

This is olive oil with flakes of gold in it. I don’t know why you would want that but I bet it makes a really beautiful salad. Expensive, as you might imagine.

I’m still finding autumn leaves around. I heard just the other day that leaves turn later and hang on longer in cities because the buildings hold the warmth in. I thought it had more to do with light but hard to argue with when you still see golden leaves.