The Paris Marathon was this Sunday, an absolutely beautiful day heralding, hopefully, warmer temperatures and more blue skies. I’ve never done a marathon, although Maurice has done many. He even did a 50 K once. I did a 10 K one time and decided it’s not for me. Running isn’t either, really, although I have tried to be a runner. I think I’m going to be a walker mostly. Anyway, it is very inspiring to see those runners. I think it’s neat that there are professionals but also amateurs in the same race. I watched the beginning of it on TV and was amused by one guy who took off like the wind in front of everyone and took a selfie with the runners behind him, mostly from Kenya, who would win the race, so he had one photo of being in the lead for a few seconds. There were, as always, some people in costume, men in tutus, batman and a flamingo.
I waited until the runners reached Bastille and headed there myself via the metro. There is a growing amount of dust behind our TV screen which I can see in these photos. We unscrewed about 50 screws to get the TV apart hoping to be able to get to the screen but couldn’t find our way in. I guess we will either have to take it in to be professionally cleaned or buy a new one. It’s over ten years old.