Yesterday I went back to my old nabe/quartier the 19th arron. for a number of reasons...
My grand stairway now has history I can't begin to imagine. Resolved: take the stairs more and the ansencer less!
The old place was TEAL city.
My Brit landlady showed me how to light the hob (a totally frightening mystery to me as an American).
"Now remember, if you go away 1-2 weeks, do turn off the gas" she warned me.
I didn't actually get up the nerve to 'light the hob' for THREE WHOLE MONTHS. I never 'turned off the gas' either. Fortunately I didn't burn down the house
Once I got the hang of lighting the hob it became my BBF. I adored that little cooker. So much better than the electric burners I have now.
Good thing I dragged our objet trouvé, the pink secretary chair found in the street, to the new digs. He's settled in nicely thank you very much.
The new diggs are streamline. A place for everything and everything in it's place, if only I could remember where I put stuff. If you've ever lived on a yacht please advise.
My raison d'etre for visiting the 19th was to rejoin piscine Pailleron.
This has to be the most gorgeous pool in a city with many divine pools. I grew attached to the 5 heated pools and the local families attending. Piscine Pontoise may have the beautiful people but it's a bit elitist and trés froid.
The Franprix next to my old joint may be the ONLY place in all of Paris you can find chunky peanut butter (from Nicaragua no less). Believe me I have looked and looked.
Course I will never complain about living next to la Seine.
6:44 AM this morning the view out my window is pretty spectacular.
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