It's a regular European fiesta here at this bootless moan headquarters. We have our first European visitor, straight out of the heart of that great Gallic land, home to the short President with the hot wife (sounds like a fairy tale) and an enviable nuclear power portfolio: la France! My guest came from Le Vésinet, somewhere I (in my considerable Franco-ignorance) had no clue about. However, as always, Wikipedia lent a helping hand, and informed me that it's actually rather swanky. So I'm afraid that it might trump the dried meat capital of Brazil that we had as the last international visit. Sorry chaps! Here's what Wiki had to say:

Le Vésinet is a commune in the Yvelines department in the Île-de-France in north-central France. It is located in the western suburbs of Paris 16.4 km (10.2 miles) from the center. Le Vésinet is one of the wealthiest suburbs of Paris, known for its wooded avenues, mansions and lakes. It contains many English-style gardens designed by French landscape gardener Paul de Lavenne Comte Choulot.

Well, I'm impressed. Though not surprised - it was always inevitable that a higher echelon of digital travelers would leave their footprints on this hallowed turf - partly because of the use of words like 'echelon'. The other Euro-news is that I joined an online Model United Nations (MUN). I wanted to be a Climate group which observed, but by a freak accident, someone took that literally thirty seconds before me. So now I'm Luxembourg. Unfortunately, though it looks a great country, all the papers I can find are in French or German. I would love to be cultured enough to read those languages, mais malheureusement... I did however find some stuff about their shipping presence, so if something comes up about shipping, I should be able to represent Luxembourg with a quiet confidence well-suited to the gentleman diplomat persona I have adopted for the MUN.

That is all.

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"The circle of human knowledge, illuminated by the pale, cold light of reason, is so infinitesimally small, the dark regions of human ignorance which lie beyond that luminous ring so immeasurably vast, that imagination is feign to step up to the borderline and send the warm, richly colored beams of her fairy lantern streaming out into the darkness ; and so, peering into the gloom, she is apt to mistake the shadowy reflections of her own figure for real beings moving in the abyss.

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