Calisthenics in clogs. 🤣 Bring on the grand rentrée stories in September, when the gremlins return to school after being fed after midnight all summer. I’m certain I’m the only parent in the building worried their child is too loud.
Remember. She is small. She is mighty. I agree with Jason. Make them go around you. ❤️
YES! I have developed The Look. The one my mother would give from across a room in public whenever I was getting too loud or contravening some other rule of behaviour. That look was sufficient. Whatever I was doing, I fell in line immediately.
I agree with Jason! I stopped moving out of peoples way about five years ago. Once in a while I get jostled, but not too often. If anything, I puff up like a peacock and take up fully my half of the sidewalk. 😂
I’m convinced that we must share the same petite rue…At a minimum, I’m sure that the ‘Aoutists’ will leave the place blissfully quiet next month! Enjoy having Paris to yourselves…that’s when we will be back to enjoy it too😀🤞
Petite elephants! 😂😂😂 I had no idea you were so tiny. You could blow away in a wind storm. Be careful out there on the mean streets of Paris. I’ve seen the throngs of teenagers there, oblivious to the world, but oh so fashionable. I’ve never seen teens so fashionable before!
Ahhhh…I only wish the man outside my Paris apartment wouldn’t have lit his cigarette. Unfortunately, he was my boyfriend. And alas, no man bun there ‘cause, no hair. 😭♥️ loved this read!!!
Hi Sacha! Joan and I stayed twice at a hotel near Jardin des Plantes in the 90s. Lovely spot.
Other visits in other hotels in supposed quiet side streets brought that same morning cacophony that you live with now. For a few weeks it eventually became my anticipated morning wake up call for coffee, a baguette, and croissants. Reminiscing about the sound almost makes me nostalgic for it as a fond reminder of the hum of Paris. Did I ever tell you about naked guy living in phone booth across from the apt. we started staying in on our visits?
Wishing I had become an expat but living there through your posts. Thanks!
Calisthenics in clogs. 🤣 Bring on the grand rentrée stories in September, when the gremlins return to school after being fed after midnight all summer. I’m certain I’m the only parent in the building worried their child is too loud.
Remember. She is small. She is mighty. I agree with Jason. Make them go around you. ❤️
I may have to start wearing shoulder pads 🤣
I await the day it’s just the eyes that move them out of your way.
YES! I have developed The Look. The one my mother would give from across a room in public whenever I was getting too loud or contravening some other rule of behaviour. That look was sufficient. Whatever I was doing, I fell in line immediately.
I agree with Jason! I stopped moving out of peoples way about five years ago. Once in a while I get jostled, but not too often. If anything, I puff up like a peacock and take up fully my half of the sidewalk. 😂
This made me giggle. I loved the descriptions of the characters you're encountering, especially 'man-bun' and his friend with a cigarette. So vivid.
Can’t stop thinking that watering your plants while the filming & dancing was going on would have been totally appropriate… I would have. 🤣🤣
Fun piece Sacha… enjoy the respite from the thundering elephants!
I’m convinced that we must share the same petite rue…At a minimum, I’m sure that the ‘Aoutists’ will leave the place blissfully quiet next month! Enjoy having Paris to yourselves…that’s when we will be back to enjoy it too😀🤞
Then we must meet and compare notes 😊
Absolutely!
Petite elephants! 😂😂😂 I had no idea you were so tiny. You could blow away in a wind storm. Be careful out there on the mean streets of Paris. I’ve seen the throngs of teenagers there, oblivious to the world, but oh so fashionable. I’ve never seen teens so fashionable before!
And self-assured! It’s startling. I didn’t get that until I was in my 40s.
Me too!
Ahhhh…I only wish the man outside my Paris apartment wouldn’t have lit his cigarette. Unfortunately, he was my boyfriend. And alas, no man bun there ‘cause, no hair. 😭♥️ loved this read!!!
🤣🤣🤣
Love your writing. But Then who am I to judge
You’re the best judge of all
I could picture all of this, Sacha, and now I can't wait to go back. Also, gardens everywhere because they are oases of calm.
Hi Sacha! Joan and I stayed twice at a hotel near Jardin des Plantes in the 90s. Lovely spot.
Other visits in other hotels in supposed quiet side streets brought that same morning cacophony that you live with now. For a few weeks it eventually became my anticipated morning wake up call for coffee, a baguette, and croissants. Reminiscing about the sound almost makes me nostalgic for it as a fond reminder of the hum of Paris. Did I ever tell you about naked guy living in phone booth across from the apt. we started staying in on our visits?
Wishing I had become an expat but living there through your posts. Thanks!
Be well!
Love those memories, Cynthia. And i must hear that story when I see you next. Ironically it was really quiet on our street this morning. 😊