Wonder Chien and I covered some Paris ground today. It was sunny and cold- the perfect combination for walking and taking pictures. This afternoon we explored Victor Hugo, a lovely, tree-lined street dotted with pricey boutiques and an occasional chocolate shop. After dinner we walked across the Champs-Elysees and down Matignon, the street with the wonderful fashion windows. The night was clear, with a big fat moon shining down on all the Christmas decorations. Yeah, I dug Paris today.
I am feeling kind of bad about one element of my day. Two people stopped and asked me directions today, and I sent both of them in the absolute wrong direction. I wish I could say it was a language problem. Nope- I understood them perfectly, and I could respond using all the right words, but sending them the wrong way. I can’t help it. I was born this way. I just hope they don’t hunt me down in my dreams tonight. Angry Parisians are downright scary.
So tomorrow I have an appointment for my physical exam, which will allow me to get my “permit” to live here. I have heard quite a few ex-pat tales of these appointments, and I am a tiny bit apprehensive. I hope it will be a non-event, but if there is a story to tell, you will read it here, my friends. No pictures, though. No way.