challenging jet lag

it's 10am Paris time, which means it's really 4am in NYC. I woke up this morning at 9:30 when a huge barge went by, rocking the boat from side to side and causing all the windows to slam open and shut, or at least, put pressure on the wires holding them open, and making them clang and buckle against the metal. I decided to get up and enjoy some quiet time before the kids woke up. I'm eating a grapefruit (pomelo) and trying some fraise rhubarbe yaourt aux fruits au lait entier. it's bio, short for biologique, which means organic. There's a guy who works at the museum who only eats bio(said bee-o). what's really crazy is that when you go to the supermarket to buy your produce, you have to go to a weighing station, put it on a scale, press the corresponding button, and put a sticker on it-- YOU weigh your stuff, the cashier just scans it. Reminds me of the clothing stores in Amsterdam, where you have to put away the clothes you've tried on and aren't going to use (I handed them to the dressing room attendants, which got me very dirty looks). Today we might try out the piscine, the fancy swimming pool in the area. Because the french are very particular about hygiene, there's a rule that all the men have to wear speedos. it's because in the past, people would just wear shorts all day and then run over to the pool in their shorts and get it dirty because they had their street clothes on. Since no one spends all day in a speedo, it's a better way to make sure the pool stays clean. Photos follow.