It's a good thing I'm keeping this blog mostly for myself. I'm not sure who would want to read it; it's pretty tame stuff. I am enjoying myself tremendously, just doing ordinary things on an ordinary day in France. And yet, to me, this is not the least bit ordinary. Even the mundane things like walking to the laundromat to dry a load of clothes gives me pleasure. It's just a little taste of how and where my daughter lives her life. When I am back at home, missing her, it helps to be able to picture Darcy going about her daily routine. When she mentions the places she has been, I can "see" them and it helps me feel closer, somehow.
The morning started off much as usual, with the three of us waking up over coffee or hot chocolate. Darcy had to be out the door for work right away, but Mathieu and I had the opportunity to be a bit lazy. He wasn't due to leave for work until after lunch. And speaking of lunch, he treated me to pizza at L'Entracte, on Boulevard Alexandre Martin near his office. It was a bright, cheerful place and the service was friendly and prompt. As usual, the pizza was way more than I could eat at one sitting! I was pleased to discover that I would be allowed to take the leftovers with me. It was really quite good, and I always enjoy the chili-infused oil available for drizzling over the pizza.
I wandered as far as CarreFour and had a great time selecting a door mat and a wheeled shopping cart for Darcy and Mathieu. I also picked up a can of WD40 for those squeaky hinges of theirs. When it was time for me to check out with my purchases, I managed fairly well using my limited French. I did discover later that I had actually asked the clerk "you cost this?" rather than "you cut this?" when I wanted her to undo the strapping around the cart. She very sweetly removed the strapping and unfolded the cart so that I could stow my other purchases inside.
(I snapped this photo before the ham was placed on top.)