There are few things more American than the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. There is a reason magicians don't reveal their tricks. Going behind the scenes and seeing how the parade is created ended up not in any way spoiling the magic. Instead, it gave me a greater appreciation for the work that goes into it.
My apartment in Paris is filled with chairs: chairs tucked in little corners, posed in front of cupboard doors, chatting together in corners, pushed up against walls in a row, stacked, draped with blankets, the older ones elegant in their decrepitude. They are having a strange effect on me, both tonic and narcotic.