Hitting the road
The monsieur and I have left Paris. Actually we've been on the road since July. We're kind of nomadic at the moment.The lovely Christophe took a page from my book and figured out how to save up, pare down and quit the butcher shop, leaving hungry chicken lovers in his wake.First stop was Poland for a wedding.
Second stop was Toronto for another wedding.
Third stop was Fort Somewhere for yet another.
There was a lot mini trips, laughs with family, sometimes too much sun, packing and unpacking. And a whole lot of letters posted from the road. Here is one available on my shop.
And at some point, we unpacked our bags in Canada.
Calgary, today.
Don't kid yourself. Some days I'm stunned by leaving Paris.
And I double over in grief. Especially when I remember salted butter and warm baguettes, chocolat chaud, chevre... Oh mon Dieu. But mostly when I think of the friends I left behind.For a long time, Paris was my dream. And I got a great big wonderful dose of it. When Christophe suggested hitting the road, off we went. Or rather, here we are. In Calgary. Today.Tomorrow? Qui sait.
