It's late Wednesday afternoon here in Douglas, Massachusetts and we're pretty much packed up. (Liquids stored safely in check in luggage of course. But I want to lknow when we will find real protection from dangerous bodily fluids.) We have decided to bite the bullet on the condo in Providence and so that is all in motion as we speak. Barring any serious glitch we should be in a new home come early November.
In the meantime we're heading back to the City of Love, the City of Lights, the City of Pastry Creme! We'll have an early supper here with Dick and Dorothy and then they'll drive us to catch the shuttle bus in Framingham. Our flight, non-stop Delta/Air France, leaves at 11:20 this evening and arrives in Paris at a little before noon tomorrow.
By this time tomorrow we'll be in bed in our apartment in the 11th, after stopping for groceries and probably a bite to eat at a local bistro (I can say "bistro" now without sounding pretentious).
And I hope to have photos and the occasional short video to pass along to you. All this and more as Susan plunges ever deeper into the world of pastry dough and I find myself walking the streets of Pere Lachaise cemetery wondering if it's just a coincidence that our new home is in an old funeral home.
Ciao,
Steve
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