I'm back in Paris at the height of the crash. It's strange to be traveling abroad while the financial world is crumbling, but this trip was arranged more than 9 months ago, the airfare already paid for with frequent flier miles, the apartment arranged. The cafés are packed with young people, but those 'of a certain age' are fearful and ex-pats wonder if they can afford to stay here. It's reminiscent of the stories of ex-pats from Les Années Folles (the 1920's) when they all returned en masse in to the USA in 1929.
Meanwhile, I feel more at home here than I do in California. But is Petaluma the New Paris for me?
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