You didn't think we'd spend three days in Paris and not flâneur it up, did you?
In between visiting bathroom fixture shops and searching for door handles, we wandered the streets and enjoyed the warm weather and soft breezes coming down the Seine. After it snowing on April 3rd (coincidentally my 33rd birthday, wee) in Helsinki, arriving a few days later to a city in full bloom and heavy with the fragrance of the flowers exploding into colour everywhere was splendid. The living walls were so dense and green, and life bubbled everywhere. The noise and hustle and bustle of Parisian life was so welcome after a long, grey winter. Young couples held hands and flirted in parks, and chic older women walked by with their little dogs while the young men in groups sat animatedly talking over glasses of vittel-menthe. Life, all around! It was refreshing!
If you've never seen the film (or better, read the books) of Le Petit Nicholas, you're missing out. C'est chouette! And the little boy in the film who plays Nicholas looks exactly like a little Banoo, so for that reason alone it's worth it, right? Plus everyone knows French childrens' films are wonderful and nostalgic and charming, and children speaking French is just plain cute.
Shortcut through the conveniently-missing banisters of this stone wall. Not pictured: me in a skirt trying to do this in a ladylike fashion while carrying two bags and a camera around my neck. Results: unsuccessful.
Does anyone else want to fully FONDLE that living wall? Because I do.
I'm #pumpedsince we're moving back in mere days. Here are the things I am most pumped about:
- The food
- The weather
- The language being infinitely easier.
- Not wearing everything I own to pop to the shop.
- The proximity to the rest of Europe for easy travel- specifically, London via Eurostar in two hours.
- The flat- owning your home is a million times better than renting (dirty look sideways at the orange floor here).
- The food. Oh, wait, I mentioned that. But seriously, also? The food.
This guy. He becomes another person in French, it's crazy. This is his home. I think for his work, for his beautiful mind, and for his general comfort, Paris is a good decision. It's hard to solve the mysteries of the universe when you're standing in queues at Finnish immigration services every day to clear up paperwork snafus.
Look at that golden twilight over the city. We sat in those green chairs for hours, just soaking that light up. Gahhh.
10 days and counting until the move! Who's visiting first?