I have never felt so alive. There is the music of the steets, joyous music and a wonderful bon vivant? Nither my French, or English are really so good, but I must say I have never been anyplace that I felt more at home than Paris. For the short time I have been here, the city has been good to me.

I know that Najia is upset with me for dragging her away from the palace, but there was nothing we could do.

I am to meet Najia here for dinner. I hope her day has gone as well as my own.

The waiter offers me the house specialty, snails,_I decline. "Just the house wine for me. I am waiting for a friend and will order when she comes."

We are both starting new jobs at the Louvre Museum. Today was very exciting for me. I will be their liason with my country and I have been given a home office in Abedjou. So I will be doing much traveling back and forth.

"Najia! you look lovely. I pour her a glass of rose, and am about to toast Paris, when I notice a frown upon her pretty face. My dear, I know you are concerned about our friend, 'the great Valentino', but I do think we were being subjected to a hoax." She is very sensitive.

The waiter comes and I give him our order. This is a Greek run kitchen and they serve both Greek and French food. Taramosalata is a lot like caviar. Najia says she does not care if we eat lamb or fish. I think that she is angry with me.