. . .more on that later. I left the apartment a little after 8am and didn’t return til almost 1. I figure I walked between 10 and 11 miles this morning. I planned to have a light day because the 12th arrondissement was supposed to be somewhat boring. NOT. I
Le Marais. WOW! In the old days of King Louis & Sons it was the gem of the city. All the bluebloods lived here. Beautiful mega mansions, lush lawns and lots of Mercedes running around. You know the type. The fancy bars and restaurants followed, and then the partying. The
It’s been a rough start. I must say that if I wasn’t so tethered to technology, I would be having a much easier time. Cell phones have been tough. Of the three of us, all with different makes and models of phones, only my sister is able to get online.
Yep, I did. It was a hell of a way to start this trip. I had so methodically set aside one special box to keep my passport, my computer codes, copies of my drivers license – all the items that were most important to my trip. It’s the one thing I forgot
As I prepare to leave for my 30-day trip through Paris I am overcome with a sense of nostalgia. I haven’t eaten worth a toot nor gotten any sleep these last few weeks. I’m so bone tired that my emotions are totally out of control. All day I reflected back
[blogcount num=17] The plane leaves for Paris in 17 days, whether I’m on it or not. I keep adding to my to-do list to the point where it’s shutting me down, keeping me up at night. I can hardly accomplish one task before adding three more. History, for instance.
[blogcount num=43] Booked! My sister found this place, negotiated a great deal. It’s perfect. My home away from home is situated in the 4th arrondissement, Le Marais, known for its skinny streets, bustling cafés and shops – and is described as a somewhat congested neighborhood. ‘Congested speaks to me. In
[blogcount num=45] I’m hotter ‘n tick right now. One of my new Facebook friends, Jennifer, sent me a private message. She angrily claimed my trips were only for the wealthy and I should be ashamed of myself for pushing dreams that were unattainable for most people. Well, honey bunch, that
[blogcount num=50] I’m going to fit right in. The website reads, in French: “Hype(r)Olds, gangs de seniors connectés.” Google Translate says it means, “Hype (r) Olds, senior gangs connected.” creativeparis.info reports: “Every week, ladies aged 77+ get together in small groups at the Gaïté Lyrique and Maison des Métallos for
It’s the Fourth of July and I must do a quick post. I’m in a hurry, trying to get to the Peachtree Road Race with my sons. We’ll watch it for an hour or so, then wander over to the White House Restaurant, one of Atlanta’s oldest restaurants, for our
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