Monday, September 19, 2011
All Good Things Must Come to an End
....including 4 euro wine, fois gras burgers, stinky cheese, chevre chaud (hot goat cheese, also known as orgasm on a baguette), nonchalantly walking past the Eiffel Tower, getting lost in tiny alleys located off of other tiny alleys, nutella crepes, and hours spent lounging in the park or at a sidewalk cafe people
judging watching. It's been confusing/fabulous/hectic/exhausting/non-stop/historic/enlightening/fulfilling and now it's over. We are sitting in the compact living room of our Marais apartment, listening to Snow Patrol, finishing off a bottle of rose, and procrastinating the inevitable. Packing. The rolling of clothes...the sifting of receipts and brochures...the last hours before he goes in one direction and I, the other. Stories, photos, and travel advice will follow in a couple of days. Au revoir for now. There's a Samsonite that flat out refuses to pack itself.