I was exhausted when I left for Europe, which I vaguely noticed, but was clearly unaware of precisely how tired I actually was until I sat down in my seat on the plane in New York and passed out -- I woke up as we were landing in Paris. Accordingly, I spent my time in France chillaxing; catching up on sleep, discussing philosophy, psychology, fashion, culture, books (Taming the Beast is intoxicating; thanks to Michael at Cruelest Month for turning me on to it) and everything in-between, and sitting in cafes as much as possible. Some highlights:
Flaneuring: Jardin du Luxembourg, Place des Vosges, Ile Saint Louis.
Still to come: notes on Yves Klein: Corps, Couleur, Immateriel at Centre Pompidou, plus full reports on London and Antwerp (regular readers know I couldn't resist).