Late-ish in 1998, one of my dearest friends poked her head up, after a disappearance of four years. My response to that was, "Don't move; I'll be right there." And so that's how I went to Geneva, Paris, and nearby cool places, for Thanksgiving, 1998. True to form, I cleaved to my old position that I'm not really doing a thing unless I'm writing (and shooting) about it; and so the results of the realtime European web travelogue appear below.