It's hard to believe it has come to this, but we are repatriating back to the United States. Our spotty blogging of the past few weeks (months?) belies the hectic life we have been leading. Job interviews, late nights working, job offers, acceptances, organizing the move, the fiercest garage (living room) sale Paris has seen, packing, selling, throwing away etc. Not to mention the numerous manifestations (protests) that have clogged Montparnasse half a dozen times in the past few weeks. Why do they have to play club music from the 90s at these things? But we digress. The move. It all boils down to this day. Agnes and Roxy head back this afternoon. John will stay to oversee the move and return next week.
A big thank you to all our loyal readers, those who post comments and those who don't. We've enjoyed sharing our Paris experiences with you and we hope you've had fun reading our blog. If you're ever in Paris, check out our old street Cherche Midi and savor super-delicious caramels at Reine Astrid, a tartlelette pomme at Poilane, a brunch Diane at Nemrods on Sunday, a really good steak frites at le Rousseau for lunch and a fantastic authentic bistro dinner at Chez Dumonet. Agnes will miss having La Grande Epicerie and Le Bon Marche within walking distance. Nothing like that in DC. They provided her and Roxy shelter during gale-force wind and rainstorms and relief from the sweltering canicules. Au revoir Picard! Where will she find a noisette in the states? (And don't even think "macchiatto at Starbucks" otherwise you're banned from reading any further.) For John and Agnes, it's a homecoming. For Roxy -- it' s a big, new adventure. No matter where she ends up, in the suburbs of Cleveland or a small town in Oklahoma -- she'll always be born in Paris.
There we visited Le Jardin Albert Kahn. This magnificent oasis of green is plopped down in the midst of Boulogne Bilancourt, right on the edge of Paris. For 1 Euro 50, you can stroll through a Japanese garden, a fir tree forest, an English country garden and much more.
Or romp around, as Roxy did. In the midst of it, you could easily forget you were in one of (if not the) densest cities on earth. No sirens, no protests, no motorcycles.
And so, this is end. Until we start our DC blog, that is. But we'll always have Paris.