I wrote and researched today, then went into town to run a couple of errands before The Frenchman and I went to see Little Miss Sunshine, which was dark and extremely funny.

But the best part of the day was going into M.A.C. and having a very sweet conversation with the young French woman working there, who asked if I was American after she saw my credit card. I said, “Yes, unfortunately.” But she didn’t think this was bad at all. She then expressed a great amount of sympathy for the Americans killed today five years ago. And there I was, receiving great sympathy. In France.

I say this for those who are skeptical about such things. They don’t hate us. If you were here, you could hear how they feel…

It’s Bush they don’t like much. Not at all, in fact.

But for us, the powerless and outraged, there are people here who still care.

And now I must go to bed.