CBeditions, the publisher of my new Ponge translation, says Ponge outsold every other book on his table at a London book fair for small publishers. See sonafabook where there's a link to a place that also says nice things about the translation.
Meanwhile, back in Paris. Calculating that every sensible person would be at home having dinner on a dark (we switched to winter time on Saturday) rainy Sunday evening, we trekked over to the Grand Palais two nights ago to see if we could slip into the "Picasso et les Maitres" exhibit without waiting in line: no luck. The line didn't look too long, there was a flutist playing somewhere in the background, but after 45 minutres my husband gave up, and 15 minutes later I decided I'd had enough too. But it was a nice walk over and a nice walk back. And even if you get in without standing in line forever, you still have to peer through cracks in the crowd to see the paintings. Or get elbowed along by the chattering throng. Which takes away some of the pleasure of seeing paintings one doesn't often have a chance to see. But enjoyed--no lines, no crowds--Picasso and Delacroix at the Louvre.