{"id":7429,"date":"2014-02-19T11:44:34","date_gmt":"2014-02-19T11:44:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.earthwidemoth.com\/blog\/2014\/02\/19\/view-larger-map\/"},"modified":"2014-02-19T11:44:34","modified_gmt":"2014-02-19T11:44:34","slug":"view-larger-map","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.earthwidemoth.com\/blog\/2014\/02\/19\/view-larger-map\/","title":{"rendered":"Day Zero Flaneury"},"content":{"rendered":"\u23f3 Approximate reading time: <\/span> 2<\/span> mins<\/span><\/span>

I jetted into Paris earlier today (a skyroad begun in Detroit and continued after a brief layover in NYC) for the Writing Research Across Borders Conference<\/a> at Paris Ouest La D\u00e9fense. Time changes meant six hours evaporated as I arrived in Paris at 1 p.m. local time, what felt like<\/em> 7 a.m. EST. Factoring in that it was a red-eye spent in Air France coach, my body’s “felt like” time was even earlier and later: WTF Standard Time. And now it is both 6:30 p.m. local time and 12:30 p.m. back home. Time for supperlunch (no, I won’t be asking for supperlunch at a restaurant, unless, maybe that’s a Fr. word?)<\/p>\n

The conference is fully underway, but I didn’t make it to the hotel until 2 p.m., and by then it was clear I would arrive late to the conference’s afternoon sessions even if I hoofed (or subwayed…still figuring out how that works) directly to Paris Ouest. Instead I followed what I could on Twitter, unpacked, and figured out the few streets I wanted to follow to go looking for bearings. Fitbit doesn’t know we’re in Paris, France, so we attempted to walk off some of the jet lag along the 8.4 km mapped here.<\/p>\n