Slept in (patchily) until midday, met up with Lev, Della and Kai at Beacon St / Mass Ave intersection at 2pm. Pizza at Beacon Hill, good stuff. This sparrow was doing a taste-test of the bacon Lev pulled off the pizza before taking whole bits back to it's nest, which was in the small park next to Boston Common, where we were sitting.
I'm happy travelling on Air France: they had good seating arrangements, OK food and good service, which made it easy for me to sleep through most of the flight. It was foggy in Paris, but not too cold. The International Herald-Tribune, that offshoot of the New York Times much beloved of the English-speaking traveller, tells me that the Norwegians are getting lazy due to too much oil-wealth. Amazingly they've managed to eclipse Sweden for taking the most sickies. I'll never comprehend why Rogardt moved here.
I lost most of the day due to timezone changes.
