I’m writing again. Different slant—I’m not, after all, in France, and this ain’t no lifestyle blog either. I’m going to start using this as a platform for posting (and maybe occasionally even sharing out) the personal writing that I’m making a sincere effort to get in the habit of working on. It might be all over the place (so far this week I’ve written a missive on death and a list of gripes about the most recent episode of Game of Thrones), but like, aren’t we all a little bit all over the place, when it comes down to it? Anyway, this is my medium(.com) now.
Actually, it’s been such a long while that I didn’t remember my login or my password for WordPress. Suffice it to say that it has been quite the busy summer around here. The last six weeks have been full of visitors and presents and champagne and parties and moving and puppies and flowers and friends and a whole lot of Seattle sunshine. I got married, I went to Yellowstone, I watched my best friend get married, we got a puppy, we didn’t sleep for three weeks, we drank too much wine and didn’t watch nearly enough Jeopardy. We went on lots of hikes, refinished a dresser, made and ate some amazing food (Hello, Joule! Hello, Spinasse!), and have been assembling a whole lot of furniture. All in all, it’s been a pretty good run. While I’m contemplating changing the name of the blog since, well, I’m not actually IN France anymore, for the time-being it sticks, and in that spirit, here is what I did with my last weekend in Paris.
The sun was out, and so we picnicked. In a park with a pretty decent view.
The park was also home to this little fellow, so that was fun:
We had lunch at the Marché des Enfants Rouges, the oldest covered market and maybe my favorite place in Paris.
We strolled around the center of town in the sunshine, baking amongst throngs of tourists and waiting in a long long line for ice cream at Berthillon. Note: however long the line for ice cream at Berthillon, it is worth it. So worth it. Then we wandered through the Marais with all the other Sunday shopper and strollers, including a one Jean Dujardin on his way home from a run.
And we ended the day at a little table next to an open window at Glou, a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice and a table full of amazing food in front of us, and it felt just right to say “au revoir” to Paris on that sweet and sunny note.
“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.” -Ernest Hemingway
Well, I moved the blog. Why? Because blog.com was terrible, and WordPress seems nice. Plus I’m making a little-bit-late New Year’s resolution to write more on here, and so a fresh start seemed in order. Now I just need to figure out how to get the Pinterest widget up and running and we’ll be good to go…
Part of my blogging resolution involves posting more photos, so here is a picture of the hilarious and only moderately offensive gift my friend Lauren was given by her employer in China for International Women’s Day.