March 8th is a real day here, unlike in Canada, France, etc. While in other countries this is a full holiday, here it is a half-day holiday - i.e., not the best day to invite extra guests for a meal and ask for extra work. I think I understood that on one International Women's Day, each woman that got off a train got a rose, and I think we may be each getting one too. I wonder if we have the choice to refuse. In any case I may take this an an opportunity to interact with one of the very photogenic, romantic-looking street florist shops here.
School holiday just now. We are collectively breathing a bit better these days as there is less traffic. The weather has been very pleasant and I should be out there, though at the moment I am just puttering away at my desk with my research material. B arrived yesterday evening - a specialist in conservation from Barcelona, and he has promised me a small article on the conservation techniques for buildings in M'Zab. I am also taking an Arabic course on the side (in French), and we zipped through 4 lessons (in a 15 lesson book) last Wednesday. Like the library system, my brain usually retrieves a requested French word in about 5 minutes.
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