It’s a quarter past one in the afternoon in Montmartre. I’m sitting in a café right outside Métro Pigalle after having spent the morning looking for a wifi connection.
Annette and I arrived at 6:30 Central European time with 14 hours to kill before our 20h30 flight to Copenhagen. By pure chance we’ve already shared a restaurant with the head of a major environmental group and a flight with the Canadian Defence Minister, so I’m already feeling the global importance of the Copenhagen conference.
Since we’re in Paris for the day, we decided to check our bags now rather than haul around weeks of clothing while we roam around Paris.
“Vous allez à Copenhague?” the woman at the Scandinavian Airlines desk asks us. “Are you going to Copenhagen? For the climate change conference?”
