The election is coming up and for the first time in many years, I am fully involved in the political life around me. Not an observer, not an outsider, not an expat far away-- it's more exciting than I remember.
I don't miss Paris. It's a big gray city without the mountains and ocean and wildlife I see around me here. It's morose, it's rainy, it's rude. I don't even miss Europe most of the time.
Maybe, though, if I thought I couldn't go back.... Or if I were there, now, in a cafe with a steaming expresso in front of me, on the boulevard Saint-Germain.....
I don't have much to say any more. You may have noticed. I've been gone almost two years. I'm no longer an expert on Paris or anything else. It's time to stop writing as an expat-come-home. When I go back to Paris, I'll return to Rue Rude.
Goodbye, old friends!
