to my giving angel who, through the wonders of Amazon, sent me (for my birthday?) The Sweet Life in Paris by David Lebovitz, such that it arrived when I was feeling flat out of civilization… again. Also coinciding nicely with our freshly laid plans to be visiting the City of Light for Christmas. There was no invoice, no enclosure at all; just a padded envelope containing the book. A mysterious and welcome surprise. I have begun reading and am enjoying it immensely.