13 minutes by foot. I go down there to be near people, on Sundays, usually. He asks for a picture with the river in behind and his bike in front, she asks what I'm knitting. They are generally patient. There are, generally, a lot of cruise ships this time of year. One man asked me on the ferry, "Do you know what ship that is?" (in French, of course). I answered that it was maybe the Queen Mary 2- she's been here before, for days at a time. He believed it to be untrue, I could tell by his eyebrows, but I've learned not to worry about that.

I made it laundry day this Saturday. It was lengthy, unrewarding, and my clothes are still damp. I'm starting to smell. Sorry, children. How to balance convenience vs. political (?) vs. adapting?