By Beth Arnold
I had ordered a taxi the night before I was leaving Paris, since I'd fooled around and never called the shuttle service I like and usually use. I kept forgetting to put this on my detailed list of Things To Do -- partly because I was traveling heavy, and partly because I was nervous about this trip and didn't want to fool with a shuttle. It seemed more serene to imagine myself sitting in the backseat of a car by myself than riding in a van with a gaggle of tourists.
The next morning -- today -- the freaking cab didn't show up.
