The End of May, Part One

A little nod to «Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulin» — in the Butte Bergeyre Community Garden, 75019 Paris

So, the last we all gathered here together was the post before my guest post for Misadventures with Andi in which I chronicled the story of how I got to Paris. It was May 19 and it was my 42nd birthday.  About three weeks has passed since then and I have been itching to write about some of the things I have been doing. I decided the best way to go about this would be to create some photo collages and write about how it is that friendship in Paris is one of the things I love the best about Paris. Each person who has reached out in friendship to me has helped me fall a little more in love with the city. Helping myself “bloom where I am planted,” to use the very accurate if worn out expression, is exactly the purpose of this blog, and my friends have been helping me to do that. I want to share with you what has been going on to those ends here in P-Town the past three weeks.

Back to the Blog & Christmas Lights

A suncatcher/hanging I gave to PJ for his birthday yesterday. It is a fairy resting on a crescent moon. I found it when I went shopping a couple months ago at the Marché aux Fleurs.

I’ve taken a week off of blogging at my site here after officially completing the writing of 63,523 words for this blog during the month of November during the NaNoWriMo challenge. I was pretty pooped after all that writing. Still, I have missed coming here and posting with great frequency and voluminocity. According to spell-check, “voluminocity” is not a word. I am sure it is supposed to be something boring like “volume” or “voluminousness.” Yup, those ones check out. But “voluminocity” feels like a good word — a combo of “volume” and “velocity.” That’s the word I want to describe what I felt like for the month of November here.

Le Puits de Légumes & Ladurée

Hello!

After a bit of a dry spell on this blog as far as photos and locations/adventures in Paris, you will be pleased to read that I had a very long and busy weekend, and have photos to show for it.

Saturday, 17 October, my friend Tess and I went on another Saturday luncheon adventure. Tess, wanting to celebrate an early release from a prison of a temp job that had her waking up at 2:30 each morning to be at work by 4 am, and me, to celebrate a month, cig-free, met up at Métro Jussieu in the 5th arrondissement to once again eat lunch at Le Puits de Légumes.