My suitcase is still in the hands of Air France baggage retrieval. A French-speaking gentleman — probably, I’m guessing, the delivery guy hired by Air France to deliver retrieved luggage — called this morning, but our attempts at communication were a complete failure. (His English was non-existent; my French is pathetic.) I’ve been wearing the same clothing since Monday morning. I have to figure this out, so I may be out of the loop until later today.
I’m nursing a vague interest in attending a 3 pm Kung Fu Panda press conference. I’m definitely seeing Nuri Bilge Ceylan‘s Three Monkeys at 4:30. pm (Salle Debussy) and Steve McQueen‘s Hunger at 7:30 pm (Ditto.). A couple of parties are happening later this evening.