Yesterday I went back to my old nabe/quartier the 19th for a number of reasons.
Where I live now is quite a step up...understatement.
My old stairway (52 steps that kept my derriere smaller).
My grand stairway has a 17th century history I can't begin to imagine and many more steps. I live on the 7th floor. Resolved: take the stairs more and the l’encenser less!
"Now remember, if you go away 1-2 weeks, do turn off the gas" she warned me.
I didn't get up the nerve to 'light the hob' for THREE WHOLE MONTHS. I never 'turned off the gas' either. Fortunately I did not 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.
Bear loved our work area.
I dragged an ‘objet trouvé’, a pink secretary chair found in the street, to the new digs. Bear 🐻 settled in nicely.
The old place had it's charms but I don't think I could have managed many tea parties there.
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.
This has to be the most gorgeous pool in a city with many divine pools. I grew attached to the 5 heated pools and local families attending.
Now I have Art Déco 🏊🏽♀️ PONTOISE Piscine in - pas mal.
I really miss Parc Butte de Chaumont just a few steps away.
So many wishes made here came true.
Franprix next to my old apartment may be the ONLY place in all Paris to have chunky peanut butter (from Nicaragua no less). Believe me I have looked 👁️
I will never complain about living next to la Seine.
It's life-changing. An experience words can't describe.
6:44 AM this morning the view out my window is pretty spectacular.
You've helped make my life in Paris unforgettable.
