Bascomb's Regrets

Everybody loves a road trip. Dear Lormot came to rescue me from a certain French wireless operator that was driving me bonkers. We connected with good pals Arne and Nadine. Why is it that, the hungrier you are, and the more good restaurants there are around, the harder it is to decide where to eat? I once ranged all over Deep Ellum in Dallas for two hours, trying to decide where to eat–until the last restaurant closed. (I ended up with the best chicken and biscuits at an all-night diner by my hotel, but feel free to make up your own moral.)

It’s so nice to have a visit, however brief, from Henning. He happened to be in Paris doing top-secret chemical industry business when he popped in for an evening of posing for my cameraphone!