Saturday, November 3. I have just received an email from Christos letting me know that he has rented the apartment for a year so it will not be available in March, April and May, as I had hoped - and I am heartbroken. I have been so happy here, and Sophie and Christos are the perfect "proprietaires." Everytime I try to answer his email, I burst into tears - but I also realize that my sadness comes in part from the fact that I am leaving Paris in 10 days. When I am here, I miss my children, my friends, my comfortable reading chair and National Public Radio! But when I am elsewhere, I am always longing to return. Someone asked me once (in the context of my annual junkets) if I was going back to Paris, and my response was "I'm always on my way back to Paris; it's just a question of 'when.'" It is my constant frame of mind. I may as well face up to the fact that the love of my life is a freakin' city! There's certainly never been a man in my life that I loved as much as I love Paris.
Fortunately, it's raining today; it matches my mood, and I can get caught up on things. Also, begin looking for another apartment. . . .
I know, I know, I'm way behind on my blog but life is very busy here, what with the requisite post-prandial naps and all. :)
Later: I go out around 4 p.m. for a walk around the neighborhood and to pick up something for dinner. The streets are bustling. I stop in the bakery on the r. du Roi de Sicile that I saw with Camille yesterday. I've been here more than 8 weeks and am still discovering new places in the neighborhood! Wind around up to r. Rambuteau and over to the Pompidou Center. There is a magician and an acrobat and a clown making balloons into shapes in the square out front. Decide to go into the Atelier Brancusi as it is open every day (except Tuesday) but only from 2 until 6 and I happen to be here at the right time today.
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