A wedding (not mine) takes me to France for six days.
I’ll be writing from there, the gods of Wi-Fi willing, but not at the usual frequency.
One thing I plan to do in Paris is reenact a portion of my grandly named Grand Tour of the Apple Retail Palaces of Europe. Is foot traffic up or down in the two years since my last visit to the Apple Opéra store—a repurposed bank whose marble was nicotine-stained by a century of chain-smoking Italian bankers and had to be scrubbed by hand?
Head counts coming.