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The directions were flawless. Mid-afternoon I arrived at the conference venue hotel. My final approach was illuminated by the smoke and glare of flares and the round and harmless "boom" of rail torpedos being detonated, punctuating the chanting of the crowd. Railway workers protesting the headquarters of the SNCF across the stree over the plan to raise the work week from 37.5 hours to something higher.
Of the 400 or so happy noisy chemiots I counted ... zero women.
I'm in Paris for an ICANN meeting. Another week of Internet Governance, or its absence, up close and smelly. The photo is my very modest hotel. The venue hotel is 6x as dear.
