This morning I planned to write a post about my sister in North Carolina. When I turned on my computer a minute ago, I saw an e-mail from our cousin there telling that my sister fell and broke her arm yesterday. Oh lord. She'll be okay, but will need 8 to 10 weeks to recover. My cousin and sister are the driving forces behind a big food "mission" — in France it would be called a Restaurant du Cœur — that distributes food to people in need in our home town.
What I was going to write about my sister was that when she visited Saint-Aignan in 2007, at the end of her trip we drove up to the Mont Saint-Michel because she really wanted to see it, and then we drove to Paris. As we arrived in the city, I decided to go to see the Eiffel Tower with her. She hadn't yet seen it at night. Just as we got there, the tower's lights changed. It was kind of thrilling, and I took this picture from the car. The next day we went to the top to see the views from up there.