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Afternoon Delights

I seemed to run into him everywhere I went... and each time we talked about getting together and sharing photographs of our latest voyages, about his research of the Seychelles Islands, about  his wife and all the grandchildren ... on and on .... and of course, it never happens.  I'm sure you know what I mean.  It seems to happen a lot in Paris. The reason for this is simple.  In Paris, you frequently meet new people, new and exciting people who you share common interests, or they are new in town and maybe a bit lonely ... or you just want to get to know them better, and so the discussion leads to the "let's get together sometime soon" conversation.  These future plans are discussed with great excitement, can't wait to get together, when? where? How? and then ... never happens.   This time, when I ran into him, I was determined to send him an invitation by text, telephone, or Parisian pigeon.  And I did. And he accepted.  

What a nice afternoon, sipping tea, and enjoying afternoon tasty delights! Hearing, in full, all of the things we had said we would discuss and much more ... 

I am so glad I was  determined.  I really should be that way more often!

Partager the day and "les gouters" with a friend.  You'll be glad you did.

PPxx 

Partager Minds

Some days I think too much, and others ....
I just don't feel like it ...
what about you?
PPxx

Partager NO Place like Home ....

My Corner ...

I spent the whole day on Wednesday looking at apartments.  I felt completely upside down as to where I and if I should really be spending my time like this.  Of all the apartments I visited,  there was nothing I could imagine myself living in ... not for even a week as a holiday home.  Paris is like any other big city when it comes to finding your special spot you can call home.  It doesn't come easy, and most of the time, it is your connections who lets you know when there is something interesting.  
When we first arrived in Paris,  I had no idea the despondency I would feel before the "magic" place was found.  The weeks living in an apartment wasn't so bad ... my friends would make this plain to me when I would complain about having no place to live.. "oh, the poor thing, she HAS to stay in a quaint little hotel in Paris ..."  
But, the chase is on ... trying to find that perfect place, but for the moment, 
There is no place like home!  

PPxx