John had his customary slice of turkey with a dab of potiron (pumpkin) for lunch, but Agnes and Roxy forwent the gobble-gobble this year. Paris hummed along nicely today, no manifestations clogging up Boulevard Montparnasse with their fireworks and Micheal Jackson-blasting trucks, no late or absent trains on John's commute, no riot police on Cherche Midi. Could the greves be over? So soon? Paris is, as usual, oblivious to our Thanksgiving and the day of conspicuous consumption that follows. If the thought of lining up outside Abercrombie & Fitch at 4 a.m. tomorrow morning nauseates you, try celebrating Buy Nothing Day!