Feeding all the birds

This is actually an incredibly bright note, for me, with which to have this Dairy end. As I finish reading, I find myself thinking positively about Paris, for the first time during the reading. The reference to the old lady also makes me think of all of the warm and caring people that I met on my trip, and how they welcomed me with open arms, sheltered and fed me, and cared for me. I know this ending seems contrived, but it is where the Diary ends. Perhaps I meant to end my story this way, with joyous thoughts.