Monday 16th
Another rainy day.
The plan was to catch the metro and walk around our old stamping ground, St Germaine des Pres - which Tony calls Sandyman Depraved. Even though we have settled into Le Marais, we do miss the Arty feel of the left bank. We’re close enough to make a dash for the Metro…but then what happens at the other end…there’s no way we can walk in this….such a shame. So we are confined to the apartment for another day. I sort out all my holiday clothes and decide to dump most of them ( I planned that back in Melbourne). WE have a lovely Mauritian cleaning lady called Danielle….tall, slim, chic….she looks like a supermodel! When she hears I am throwing out so many clothes she asks if she can have them for her sister in law who is “ a lady big like you.” At least I am going home with a half empty suitcase - not many people could say that after 9 ½ weeks away.
There’s no-one in the streets today - the weekend tourists have gone home, the locals are not stupid enough to be out. For the first time the supermarket is empty and we buy enough provisions for three dinners, lunches and snacks. Grand total 34.70 Euros….cheap as long as you don’t translate it back into dollars. On Thursday we will go out for a farewell dinner and blow our last 100 Euro. Now that we are finally in countdown mode I am thinking a lot about the house and the furkids!
We mellow out and read and for dinner I make a roast chicken with vegetables and the lovely new potatoes they have here. There’s a tarte tatin for dessert with Crème Fraiche and a lovely bottle of Sauvignon which goes down well. Then we watch Pirates of the Caribbean and can’t decide if Johnny Depp is fantastic or awful ( but he sure as hell looks HOT!) Early to bed…. Please don’t let it rain like this for the rest of our stay.
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