French is the prevailing language, and it is so lovely and familiar to these ears.....I get about half of what is said. Enough, though. Everything here is compacted onto the waterfront and up the steep hillside. Givenchy, Yves St. Laurent, a mini-Paris of shopping. Paul and I have been shopping for linen shirts, which line the shop walls in abundance, in every color imaginable. It's really the only fabric to wear in this humidity. Hoping to rendez-vous with my neighbor Nina tomorrow, who is working on a private yacht. We'll try. We'll see. Lobster last night for dinner.