Blonde? Blonde?

The violet was the most intense I have ever seen.

It has been a good day thus far for getting things done.  I have recharged my Carte Orange, so I can keep using my cell phone for another month. I purchased my train ticket to Paris for the 28th--and 1st class was only 5 Euros more than 2nd, so I am going 1st class...wow! Never thought I would say that. The TVG through Montpelier and pulls into Gare de Lyon in Paris 5 hours later.  I love train travel.

Then I did my marketing, had lunch at a cafeteria--not like any cafeteria I have ever been to in the US, believe me, and at the bus stop on the way back into centre ville, I struck up a conversation with some old guy.  I think he needed someone to talk to. I run into that a lot, and apparently look like a sympathetic listener.  He's originally from Morocco, and has been in France a little over a year.  He was quite loquacious, and told me that it was good for me to force myself to speak.  (If I could ever get a word in)  He is right, of course. He himself speaks three languages, Spanish, Arabic (3 different dialects) and now French.  He thought I might be Alsatian because of my blonde hair?  Blonde?  Blonde?  It is really time for this REDHEAD to get a new paint job. He asked me for coffee and more conversation. He quite pointedly informed me that he'd been divorced for years. I think I suspect why.  

Funny weather today, but I captured a rainbow with my camera.  A good sign, non?  But now, it is time for me to get some work done, both for the school district, and for me.