So the jealousy comments got me thinkin’ (thanks Sloane and Pop!) and, yes, spending a month in Paris is ridiculously wonderful. It’s a huge blessing that I am so grateful to be able to share with my husband. And there have been a lot of moments where we’ve looked at each other and just shaken our heads in amazement. I think the thing that really blows me away is that while Scotty and I are here for a month, there are people who really do call Paris home. There are people who really do picnic down by the Seine summer after summer. There are people who visit a different museum every first Sunday of the month because it’s free. They live in gorgeous apartments and tiny hovels. They shop at super marchés and tiny little independent shops. They have jobs (which they don’t seem to really care about in a “I put in 20 hours of overtime” sort of way). They do laundry. And today, we did laundry in a Parisian laundry mat…and it’s the same as doing laundry anywhere else (just more expensive). Laundry…it’s never ending and universal and we were down to the bare essentials this morning. We both just brought one suitcase over and, of course, a good chunk of mine was filled with books, so you’ll be seeing a lot of repetition in the clothes we wear this month! Anyway, just to prove that doing laundry in Paris is not glamorous or exciting, here’s the pics:
We’re laying low today – both getting some work done and resting. We’re exhausted from the past week of running around and trying to get everything in. It’s funny that taking a day off to get actual work done is now “rest time.” But all this sightseeing is tiring…and my poor feet need a break. You should see the blisters!