Axel, a student in my class, points out the location of Le Parc National Mercantour, which he expored last weekend and discussed in his expose on Monday. He even brought pieces of a traditional mountain cake which was served in the refuge where he spent Saturday night, so we all enjoyed a veritable taste of his trip. Our professor, Jean, dressed in black as usual, watches from his chair.

Tonight I appear to be coming down with a fever, so I hope I get the two- or three-day version of the Institut bug and not the nasty one which kept Darlene out of school for three days in April. Sleep is my only strategy, and lots of Gini, a lemon soft drink.