to sleep. We really do need a fan, but everywhere everything is sold out. I’m not sure what the temperature is here this morning because we have draped sheets over the outside of the kitchen windows, hiding the thermometer. Definitely hotter than yesterday. I’m going to stay in my little red cotton nightie all day. It is sleeveless, it stops above the knees and it doesn’t touch my skin anywhere. It could be a dress. Exactly the same cut in an African print would be lovely.
Last night I dreamed the city spontaneously combusted.
Paris is a very mineral city. Not many green areas. The sun from all directions reverberates off buildings, reflecting light into windows even in the absence of direct sun.