Had a great Brunch with Guy, Luis and Krissa at Au Pain Quotidien. The yogurt was so incredibly good, I smuggled some back in my luggage.
I flew back to Boston today on Air France flight 322. I always board first due to my superior cunning and scintillating personality and near-native French-speaking ability, but as soon as I got onto the jetway they stopped me and did a frighteningly thorough search of my baggage and person.
This is a bit unusual in France, so I was pretty annoyed as I stepped on the plane . . .
. . . and saw John Kerry standing there! He was chatting with the security people. “Au revoir,” he said to each of them, “Merci.” He went to first class, and I went to my usual seat in the “blue zone” near the bathroom (seat 47Q).
I got out my headphones, put Modest Mouse on, and slept the entire 7h40m flight. When I got to baggage claim in Boston, Kerry was standing around the belt waiting for his bag. There were hundreds of people waiting for their bags too, and they all kept nervously glancing in his direction.
After a few moments of consideration, I went up to him and we had a little conversation!
It went like this:
Senator John Kerry: No, that’s not my bag. Mine is blue, and it’s wrapped in cellophane. Police Escort: Senator, this one is blue and wrapped in cellophane. Senator John Kerry: I think it has someone else’s name on it. Nat: Excuse me, Senator. Police Escort: You’re right, it says “Property of Belinda someone.” Nat: Excuse me, Senator, I just wanted to say hello. Senator John Kerry: >turning to greet the dapper young man<
Hello.Nat: I am a big supporter, and it’s a great honor to meet you, sir. Senator John Kerry: Good, good. It’s good to meet you.
>shaking hands<Nat: Yes, I contributed to your campaign, and — Senator John Kerry: Great! Keep up the fight. Nat: Anyway, I was wondering if you could possibly reimburse me for my contribution. Senator John Kerry: … Nat: So, if you want to just write me a check now, we can call ourselves square. Police Escort: I think this is your bag, Senator.
Unfortunately, my camera battery was dead from taking pictures of the bookinistes along the Seine, so the great moment was not caught on film. It seems he was coming back from the Middle East, and yesterday (the day before he met me), was hanging out with Jacques Chirac.
(Yes, I’m kidding about the check.)


