9/10

Slept till 9:30, two false starts. It was raining, and Lew laughed as Nancy had refused to bring the umbrella he had bought her specially. Then within two blocks she got cold and wanted to go back and change into something warmer, even though it was 75 degrees and sunny the rest of the day. We got the tickets to the opera. We ate at a small cafe, cafe au lait, bad omelette. Surprisingly the croissants were better than the ones Lew gets at Sam's Club.
We headed towards Notre Dame. Lew warned about pick pockets and scams about 35 seconds before we were hit by the old “Starving Bosnian” trick as he was trying to hook up the two earphone tour. Inside Nancy lit a candle for Matt still in hospital, Melinda who passed on. Putting money in for one candle, and palming the other.
Nancy saw a gallery show about Africa, and met two women she knew about 1978 in the Sudan. Angela Fisher and Carole Beckwith are good friends of Sherry Dores, and were excited to hear about her.
We went grocery shopping. Nancy was looking for lotion, and kept putting shampoo all over her arms until I found her some cream.
We met Tom Murray, a friend of Keith and Curt from Santa Fe, having a mask show here in Paris. We saw a guy with face tattoos and plastic spacers in his ears and lips.
Isle St. Louis, we had the special ice cream, at Berthillon. Nancy had dark chocolate and melon, Lew had apricot and raspberries. We walked along and saw very fancy homes and the historic older part of the city.
We decided it was worth while to go to Melun to see the opera. I was worried about how we would get back. Nancy wore good shoes and good jewelry, fancy opera clothes she picked out with advice from her friends. Lew wore what he had all day. Took the train and metro. No bus, no taxis, others waiting, from 7:45 to 8:20. Nancy wanted to hitch hike, but a bus driver said it would be dangerous. So we came back home; there were huge drunk kids. 20 year olds with two tone hair, sherry and coke it seemed, trying to toss empty bottles from the windows. Tuna sandwich while waiting for a taxi.