I'm at Rue Madame's house. Terence is cooking dinner, Martine's chatting on the phone and leafing through French fashion magazines. And me, I have my own bathroom and two twin beds.

It's pure preppy luxury.

Tomorrow we head into Manhattan because Martine has never been to Barney's or Bendels (can you imagine?!!!) and I am just the girl to break her in.

I have a meeting with a mean editor and an appointment with a nice hairdresser. Then it's the 2 hour Swan season finale party that I'm hosting at Dale's. (If I can stay awake that late).

I'm so tired of travelling. In the last 48 hours, I've been in 3 time zones, 3 countries, two states, taken shuttles, metro, subway, underground, bus and airplanes.

(btw Never fly American ever)

And everywhere I go the Discovery channel seems to have documentaries on either brain or eye surgeries that happen to be on right before I fall asleep. So I keep waking up in unfamiliar beds, drenched in sweat and cowering from dream scalpels that are coming at me from oblique angles.

God it's fun to be a jet setter.

READING: French magazines so the stupid Americans on the plane wouldn't talk to me