All Saints Day NOV 01 2002
We're in Paris and the place is like a ghost town. Aside from our early morning arrival -- nothing really gets going here until 10am -- it turns out that it's All Saints Day, a national holiday. We had a bit of trouble getting into our apartment (wrong key!), but a few phone calls cleared that up. Our flat is small, cozy, and absolutely perfect, situated on a baby bear street in the Marais, not too busy but not too deserted either.
The bells of the Notre Dame have been tolling for the last half hour. I'm not much on religion, but more bell tolling would be a good thing.