I’ve just arrived at Hotel des Arts. Let’s just say it’s clean and quiet, nothing to romanticize by a long shot. But the reception was warm and very indulgent of my jet-lagged French-speaking efforts. Finally, I’ve found a Wi-Fi connection, to boot! My flights and connections were so timely, there’s nothing to say about them, except my traveling companion on the plane was a lovely lady, Joyce, who was on her way to Jordan. She’s invited me to come to Boston for painting inspiration, a trip long over-due. Even getting the train from CDG to Paris was fairly smooth. I fingered out how to use the ticket kiosk(leave the card in until directed to remove it) and only made one mistake on the metro getting here to Place d’Italie.