Track Changes

In Paris for a work meeting at a large, French-family owned multinational. These were the work days I missed during the pandemic. Always mundane and novel in equal measure. A break between Zoom calls.

A train out of London on Sunday evening into Gare du Nord, a bed in a standard hotel, a lonely breakfast in the morning (a buffet, obviously, with delicious homemade pastries and instant coffee), a taxi with colleagues out past the Eiffel Tower to the “business zone”, the meeting, a taxi back to the train station, emails and calls in a hotel lobby. Then home again.

Enough time to start and finish a whole book – Insomniac City by Bill Hayes – and not feel too bad about eating only sandwiches for every meal.