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One Month Today

Today, September 20, marks my official one month anniversary with Paris.  It has been typical of new relationships- started out giddy and oh so wonderful, and then gradually the hormones began to drop and the ups and down of reality set in.  Some days I am madly in love with Paris, some days I want to kick her ass.  Yeah- a lot like other relationships, now that I think of it.

So lets start with the things that piss me off.

1.  It’s really noisy here.  People love to honk their horns and to rev their motorcycles.  And there are a whole lot more emergencies here than at home- those nasal-sounding sirens go off all the freakin’ time.

2.    Paris needs a good anti-littering motto, like we have in the Lone Star State.  How about Don’t Embarrass Paris?  The trash on the streets here is out of control, despite the fact that they have an amazing public street cleaning process that  seems to give the entire city a nice bath every morning.  By the next morning, though (before the sweepers/sprayers ride through) it looks as though the trash bins have all been systematically turned over on the sidewalks and streets. Ick.  What would Willy do?  Don’t know, but if I were the Boss of Paris I would outlaw flyers on cars and smoking in public, and also require the metro tickets to be inserted into the metro exits in order to leave.  If cig butts, flyers, and metro tix were off the streets, Paris would be way tidier.

3. The internet is crazy unreliable.  Our Macs have been twirling more beach balls than they ever did in all their years in the US.

4.     Ummm- I’m having trouble coming up with number 4.  Maybe it’s time to switch to the things I love about Paris.

1.  I’m so ashamed.  I know it’s really shallow to be attracted to another based on looks alone, but lets face it, Paris has it goin’ on.  She is gorgeous in the sun, the rain, the fog, the clouds, the morning and the evening.  She’s got bridges and monuments and beautiful  limestone buildings.  She just never has a bad day.  Gotta love that.

2.  The food.  Not just the obvious- chocolate and pastry.  I have had the best fish here I have ever eaten.  And I so love that they add fresh eggs with a gloriously golden, runny yolk to everything from salads to pizzas.  The food here is pretty darn awesome.

3.  Paris moves me.  Her public transportation system is out of this world.    Yeah, the metro can be hot and smelly and crowded, but it’s on time and it’s quick and it’s easy to figure out.  Coming from a state that has never figured out how to get out of the car, I am happy with fast and easy.

4. I know this may surprise some of you, but the people here have been really nice.  When I make eye contact and give them my southern smile, they frequently say “bonjour” and give me a demi-smile of their own.  And they love my dog.  Sure, I have received a few stink-eyes, but I probably got an occasional one of those at home and didn’t even give it a second thought.  Maybe even from one of you????????

So after just a month, I already love more things about Paris than I hate.  We’ll continue to have our good days and bad days, but for now, we’re comfortable.   And comfortable is good.

Austin is still first in my heart, but I’m in Paris now, and you gotta  love the one you’re with.


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We’ll Always Have Paris—-just not this weekend

Paris Beach

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.

Living Room (former sunroom furniture)

Den (with Martha's M's favorite red chairs)

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.

Paris Beach

Pay no attention to the couples making out in the middle of the photo. Ewww.

I decided to make a sand castle while I was there. I thought it turned out pretty good.

Tiny people in a deck chair.

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.


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