My current obsession: How I'm going to schlep both my big-a** suitcase and my bike box to the Paris airport (de Gaulle) on public transit for my flight home Saturday. Wow -- that's making my pulse go up just writing it. There's no doubt that Paris does commute trains, both subways (the Metro) and suburban lines, very well. But just like the New York subway, the Metro isn't particularly conducive to hauling personal cargo.
In the meantime, I'm camped out in a little hotel in the Latin Quarter called the Grand Hotel des Balcons. From what I can see, all the rooms in the hotel face west out onto the street, the Rue Casimir Delavigne. And every room has a little balcony. I'm up on the seventh floor (the top one), so I'm taken with the view even though I'm so close to the apartments across the way that I can practically inhale the occupants' cigarette smoke.