Am I the only one who finds building sites really attractive? And the smell of plaster and dust and silicone delicious? I swear I'm missing some vital nutrient, phlebotomally. I also would wear petrol as perfume. That shit smells gewd.
As you can see from above, we're in the process of finally getting our little pied-á-terre in Paris sorted. We bought the place ages ago, and the previous owners hadn't done anything to it since Moses was in short pants. It's sat for so long, unloved and untouched, so it was time to spiff it up. Not only has it been an exercise in patience (since the dude renovating is seriously a fossil) but it has also been a great way to learn some new French vocabulary. WC suspendu? Colonne de douche? Or how about this zinger: plaque de déclenchment? That is the most romantic-sounding term for 'the button panel you push to flush that is embedded in the wall above the toilet', don't you agree? My French is going to be amazing by the time Monsieur Fossile wraps that shit up.
Which is probably a good thing, since we're moving there in two weeks.
After chasing down the status of his work here, Banoo was offered a short-term contract renewal and the scant possibility of maaaybe getting a 3-year grant, though we were heavily warned that budget cuts are happening hardcore. He wasn't satisfied with the offer (and the work environment, to be completely candid), thus is ready to move on professionally. So that's that- off we go! Though it's a shame we're having to move again, we're both excited to get back to the city Ban calls home. And speaks the language of. And is also home to many soft cheeses and other culinary delights. Yes, the whole foods plan went out the window from the minute we stepped off the plane, in case you were wondering.
Things here are quickly being put into boxes, we're going through our collection of wooly scarves and gloves and whittling the collection down (it was a balmy 22 degrees in Paris- we were dying after not seeing the sun in ages), and the flat is coming along, albeit slowly. We've changed the position of the bathroom, ripped out a few walls, and are having the old parquet painted white (eeeeee!). Since the flat is weirdly angular and has all sorts of pipes from above and below coursing through it's walls, it was a little tricky, but I think we've come up with a cosy layout that will work. After all, it's just us two. And hopefully a cat at some point.
Also, did anyone catch that our apartment building was constructed by some dude named Mordefroid? Mr. Deathcold. Love it. It's also on a street named after Antoine-Augustin Parmentier. He introduced potatoes to the French through some clever marketing. It seems potatoes were forbidden to plant, viewed with suspicion by the masses, and used mainly as animal feed until he cleverly planted a field of tatties, then hired armed guards to watch over the field. The people assumed that the potatoes were things of great value, and the guards were instructed to accept any and all bribes to "let" the people have them. They also would disappear at night to let the people "steal" the potatoes in order to help spread their popularity. Clever chap! He also opened a school for breadmaking, and pioneered sugar extraction from sugar beets. We couldn't have picked a more apt street upon which to live! Bread, sugar, and potatoes-the three foods I am attempting to cut out.
Synchronicity. I love it.
For now? Back to packing.