We have pumpkin!

For some reason this year I've been really into Halloween. I hadn't carved a pumpkin in years (partly, it must be said, because of J's allergy to pumpkin guts, but that only accounts for the 7 years I was living with her). But this year I was jonesing for one. Not easy to find a real American pumpkin in Paris. The indigenous pumpkins are thick and squat, totally unsuitable for carving.

I called Rk, who is American and has a young daughter; I thought she would know where I could find a real pumpkin, and I was not disappointed. She suggested the 7th, where many Americans live.

When I went there to check it out, not only did I find a pumpkin, but I also ran into Rk herself, at the brasserie where I stopped to have lunch! She works in the area. I love running into people.

Afterwards, I lugged the pumpkin home on the bus, and did a job on it. Et viola: