Sorry I’ve been AWOL — I was going to blog from work, but they’ve decided in their wisdom to remove the internet again, as our 1.5 page hits an hour were too much (of COURSE that looks like a lot per month — the brass forgets that we’re a 3-person 24-hour operation. Sheesh. Anyway.)
So I’ll just lay on you some of the emails I’ve been getting from Mom and Christy, who are in Paris right now. Hope they won’t mind, but they’re too good not to share. Oh, I wish I was there, too….
Life in Paris is not so much pink as grey, though the
city is beautiful anyway and right at the moment the
sun is shining. Our hotel is fine, a tiny place with
about twenty rooms ranged up a steep circular
staircase; we’re on the fourth floor, so we’re getting
in shape fast. Room is bare bones but comfortable;
to get to the bathroom you go up a short flight of
stairs and step out into the void – actually go onto
an outdoor landing and into the little room on the
other side of it. Fun at night.
Location is great,
looking down on a tiny triangular park on the Ile de
la Cité, in the middle of the Seine, minutes from
Notre Dame and the Sainte Chapelle.
So far, in addition to just rambling, we’ve been to
the Rodin Museum and the Musée d’Orsay, where we spent
yesterday afternoon happily surrounded by
Good (and frequent) food,
lots of walking, always with an eye on the sky. It’s
cold, but our layers of clothing keep us warm; rain
this morning but the sun is out now; possibility of
snow tomorrow, but we’re planning a three-day trip to
Mont St Michel, over on the coast.
Not much shopping yet, but plenty of temptation.
We’re in an internet cafe, and now they’re playing
Piaf – someone must have looked over my shoulder.
A short letter is all you’re going to get because it
takes me forever to navigate this crazy European
keyboard – more soon.
And from Christy:
I just made reservations for the train to Mt. St. Michel – we are staying in Pontorson. Remember when we stayed there? And I ordered that big huge plate of mussels without knowing what it was and we ate the whole thing and giggled. That was fun.
Man, I’m tired. this woman is running me ragged. I tried to go back to sleep after breakfast this morning and she only let me sleep for, like 20 minutes before she made me get up again.
Oh, my god. I remember how she wore OUT my feet in Italy. Two months after cancer surgery, she walked my little legs off. I couldn’t keep up. (And word to the wise: She kicks in her sleep. Get two beds, Christy. I mean it.)
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