Bonjour from Paris! I arrived Thursday morning, feeling fairly perky due to an unexpected upgrade to Business Class. I texted Mark from the Air France Lounge in Houston that I was already loving flying business. He responded with, “Don’t get used to it.” and I quickly shot back “Too late.”. I explored all the bells and whistles of my seat when I got in it, and almost wept when I saw the buttons showing me how to make my seat go completely flat, as seen on TV. Wow. That is the way to fly. It would have been even nicer if I had not dragged a corner of my napkin through the dollup of mayonnaise adorning my shrimp, crab and mango salad, and then carefully placed it in my lap, unaware of my faux pas, thereby managing to sully not one but both pieces of my outfit before I was even over Cincinatti. I might as well have been wearing a sign saying “Business Class Imposter” or “Not Yet Ready for Business Class”. The good news was they didn’t kick me out , and I had a washer, dryer, and iron waiting for me in Paris.
I spent the day getting to know my apartment, as this was the first time I had seen it with our own stuff in it. I think it looks as though we bought our furniture with this space in mind. I’m so happy with how it all fits. Here are some visual aids, although I will do a more thorough tour for you once we are completely moved in.
Soooo Mark worked a lot on Thursday and Friday, as I had expected. We were looking forward to having the weekend together before we flew to Spain on Monday morning. However, an unfortunate development at work required him to fly off to New York Saturday morning. He hopes to meet me in Spain on Tuesday in time for dinner. And so it is that my romantic Paris weekend for two has turned into a party of one.
Determined not to sit here and mope, I bought a few groceries and then set out to see Paris Plages, which I had read about but never seen. For several weeks each August, the banks of the Seine are transformed into a sandy beach, complete with palm trees and deck chairs. It’s a nice diversion for the few Parisians who don’t get to flee the city for the month, and for those tourists lucky enough to be here for it. AND it’s completely free!
I took pictures for you.
On the metro ride home, two cute little girls not more than 9 years old tried to lift the wallet of a woman standing right next to me. I seem to attract pickpockets on the metro. So when you come visit, don’t stand by the doors, don’t carry a purse that doesn’t zip, and don’t ride in the same car I do. Because I would so hate for any of my friends or family to have to endure the hell that is the Texas Department of Public Safety, which was the worst part of having my wallet lifted on the metro. Don’t let it happen to you.
Be careful, my friends. Even little girls are out to get you.