What the heck right?! Where have I been? I always think blogging on the go will be a snap. But I've lost camera chords, internet connections...the works. Jenny Sweeney and I are in Paris this week (and last).
(subway stop) We've had a wild adventure in a city that Jenny says is "Pulp Fiction Fantasy". I left Jenny at the stuffy hotel bar last night and I missed a man getting naked for a fight with the police! You never know here. It's so charming and I love the unknown aspect of French personalities!! I find them rude, charming, authentic and full of self acceptance. What a trip.
We've had evenings in catacomb clubs, journaling in the sand forest, shopping in red and blue painted shops, and a wonderful stay at a firends home on the outskirts of Paris. Her house is the first image above. A home of three artists on 5 levels and multiple art studios. The house is a tribute to nearly a century of family artwork, sculpture and study.
We've been high fiving ourselves for managing trains, busses and subways without a lick of French. We learned that Vodka in France tastes like Molasses and that cheese and bread are the new way of life.
We are also quickly becoming masters of the SHATH! The name we've affectionately given to the French, funky shower taken with bathtub spray nozzles. We haven't scratched the surface of Paris but Paris has definitely left it's mark on us...