Jet lag is an arse. I wasn’t going to post whilst over here in currently raining but still Oh so beautiful Paris but here we are 3.30am. And I have already done the suggestions made via face book but still I have another 6 hours up my sleeve until the world of Paris opens its doors.
So while I wait for my bread to toast…even though I am eating baguette after baguette…I brought the ‘American bread’ before realising there was a boulangere just around the corner…but since I paid seven Australian dollars for bread I am eating the revolting things and the baguette for breakfast. Cheap I know I am my father’s daughter.
So the few things running through my head this I am unsure of the day are these…
- Drop off for the kids was horrible. The baby I thought that would crash and burn…like his mother picked up his lip and kept going…it was my B1 who broke my heart…the sobbing broke me.
- The flight blew my mind apart keeping babies from crying there is nothing that you can’t do on planes now. I called my babies from 40 000 feet in the air…did a little wireless meaningless internet surfing…watched 6 hours of the Hatfields and Mc Coys…then a further 10 hours watching the entire series of Bates Motel. I watched the outside world from three different vantage points on the plane…unbelieveable…and the food was fine in the sense that it was noice. Never have I got off a plane so exhausted, relaxed and caught up on my favourite TV shows.
- There is no customs, immigration who ha like we have at home. So easy. No wonder they get so ticked off when arriving in Australia but you got to do what you to do.
- We rented an apartment here. It’s in the 10th district its old with a nosey neighbour, needs some repair but it’s imperfectly old with cold stair cases and I love it. I have never been a hotel girl.
- Dressing like a French woman is easy…its all about the boots, coat and eye liner. I noticed that every French woman I have stalkishly been studying wear something on their eyes..either a full make up or just liner and or mascara. Follow that up with confidence and you are there.
- Am I the only one who doesn’t like macaroons?
- The French don’t like it when you don’t attempt the language at all…I am feverishly brushing up on my phrases.
- The toilet paper comes vanilla scented. Handy.
- I am currently eating the butter like cheese..It is to die for…literally I see the whole butter thing.
- When nannies aren’t pushing babies in prams (I am assuming and I know where assuming gets you BUT there are lots of white Lousies and Gerades with very dark grandmas?) any way when they aren’t being pushed in a pram they wear their babies in slings and front carriers. I love it. I loved baby wearing however given the size of my babies I couldn’t wear them for very long.
Well my sweets its getting closer to dawn and soon we will be out the door for some more French stuff.
Have a good day sweets.
Xx Deb
