Monday, September 9, 2019
We booked our trip to Paris, and it is soon. We will be there just after autumn falls. It was an impulsive decision. I said "Paris" and Ili began researching flights. She found some bad ones which caused me to search out of frustration. Once I found some good ones, there was only one thing to do.
I was tricked.
A week in Paris isn't enough, but it will be something. There are sites to see, of course, but mostly there are streets to be walked and cafes to be sampled. I have just started YouTube Paris and Google Paris preparations. I will get to the bookstore this week. We don't have much time.
We still haven't booked a place to stay, so any suggestions. . . .
We watched the last installment of "Serengeti" last night then I had bad, violent dreams. I woke up thinking about work and felt I was abandoning my job. I guess guilt is normal.
I will go now and do a bit of research. Or I will try to brush up on my college French.
Oh. . . and we will be there during Fashion Week. Oo-la-la.
Posted by cafe selavy at 6:30 AM
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I landed here ... aren't you glad you took my suggestion for the apartment? Odd that the Serengeti is here too - too bad about your dreams. I love the Serengeti - its beauty & violence among the purest I've encountered.
Sorry to bring you here -- to a memory of J.& U. But it was bound to happen as I poked.
I wish I was waking up there. Paris. Even just to look out at the chimney pot roofs - and to smell the baguettes baking downstairs.
Friyay! A long work day ahead. Ick. But the sun is shining. I wrote you an email but never sent it - again.
I want to see this: