Saturday, May 23, 2009
jours nos. 23 + 24 - say it ain't so!
I'm shocked. It's coming to an end, my sojourn, after which I have literally No Plans. Suggestions on what to do with my life are very welcome.
I did get one lovely vision of a potential future from Amy, who I met last night; she's a friend of a friend, but hopefully now just a friend. She's American but has lived here for years and years, in an absolutely lovely house just west of the 17e, where it's very lush and parklike. At any rate, after telling her and her two friends (one of whom is such a dead ringer for Julia Roberts, both in looks and voice, that I kept feeling like I was in the dinner party scene in Notting Hill) the overview of how I ended up with time to kill and a trip to Paris, Amy said, very decisively, "This is what you do. You move to Paris, rent this room from me, get paid to have lunch with French businessmen who want to improve their English. You meet my friends, join one of the 150 expat associations, I'll introduce you to handsome French men."
Meanwhile, I'm cleaning out the pantry. Breakfast today: melon, grapefruit juice, tea, yogurt with honey, croissant, and fig bread.
I feel gooooooood.