Well I got to hang out for a couple more days in Paris before coming back to this dreadful rain and dreariness.

Lunch on Sunday began at a tiny restaurant that only has 14 seats. Oysters, foie gras, a nice Riesling. Pourquoi pas?

Then Jonas got back to work mixing Nolwenn's record, and the rest of us went to generate ideas at the fleamarket. Nothing more entertaining than Clignancourt on a Sunday afternoon.

Teitur bought an ashtray so he could smoke as often as he liked without dirtying the environs.

Too bad they didn't have actual Martinis there. Some of the shop owners were passing bottles back and forth... but we were sober.

Annika found a little porcelain Dodo...

I fell in love with this camel, but wasn't sure how I'd get him through customs...

Isn't there something in the Bible about getting a camel through the eye of a needle?

We saw superman

Tin Tin

and some really creepy dolls

Teitur's next girlfriend?

Jonas carried on with his colleagues, back at the studio

The devil of the midrange.

Homer of the high end.

Naysayer in CHAINS.

Oh, Paris....

More to come....