We leave in 5 days to go back home.
We have a long list of things to do before leaving. (I'm referring to the list the kids and I made. Marc has his own, even longer, list.)
On Monday, we went to the Army museum at Les Invalides, which Lucas has been lobbying for now for quite some time. It was cooler than I remembered. Also, Max went to a cello concert at a church that night.
Yesterday, we went to the Musée de la Musique and the Cité des Sciences, which Max has been lobbying for now for quite some time. It was so great, we wish we had discovered it earlier.
Today, we discovered that the museums are all on strike. (Strikes are like a national pastime in France.) Whew! We could not have timed that better!
Also today, we returned Max's cello -- and got all of our 500 euro deposit back! I planned meals and went grocery shopping, strolling down Rue Cler and visiting the butcher shop, the bakery, and two other stores. Then we finally went to Carl Morletti, a fancy, relatively new pâtisserie we discovered. Oh my, oh my. Probably for the best that I didn't go there until now...
Yesterday, my left knee suddenly started to hurt so much that I couldn't take a step without tears coming to my eyes. Max had to take over stroller duty, and I could only walk down stairs by holding on to the rail and holding my left leg straight, actually causing small children to stop and stare. I was stranded way out at Porte de la Villette, where there are stairs upon stairs upon stairs and I actually wondered for awhile if I would be able to make it back to the apartment.
Today when I woke up, my knee had returned to its pre-Tuesday dull pain. I have no idea what is going on.
We have much (to attempt) to do in the next few days. I am trying to balance resting my knee, helping the kids to squeeze in the things on their list, and knocking some things off my list as well. It's a busy time, but a good time.
And I have some very good reasons for wanting to get home. So, once again, Paris is bringing out the conflicting feelings in me...
Wednesday, December 02, 2009
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I cannot believe you are coming home so soon. I've really loved all your Paris posts. It was fun to see what it would be like to live in Paris vs visiting Paris. It is amazing how different those two worlds usually are.
I love that you stopped at the baker and the butcher.
It's crazy to think of you having a deadline with a list of things to do after being there for 3 months, and yet I understand because there's so much to do and so much of your time was spent showing your guests around.
I'm so glad your knee reverted back to dull pain rather than the tear-inducing pain, you sounded so wounded yesterday on the phone.
I feel sad about this, and a little melancholy. But at the same time, I'm excited for you to be home again.
5 days?! Wow! Soak it up! (it sounds like you guys are!) I hope your knee was just having an off day, and that it won't trouble you any more.
My favorite sentence here was "Strikes are like a national pastime in France." :)
I can't believe it's already time to come home!
this past few weeks have flown by...
I hope you can rest up that knee & get everything done!
I am sad that the Paris posts will be coming to an end! Btw, Good Mail I sent you in Paris was returned to me today. What's up with that? Remember when that happened every time I mailed you last trip as well?!?!
I don't want you to come home! Your Paris life has been a visual feast for me. I think a coffee table book needs to be made out of all of the stunning pictures!
Paris is Paris, oh-so-grand, but home is home.
That's so crazy that you're coming back so soon! And while I can see that leaving Paris might be a little sad, but I'm excited that you'll be back!
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