Paris, two months ago – Or, long overdue photos.
My sister and I said goodbye to 2011 with flowers and hello to 2012 with cheese. Lots of it. Cow’s milk, sheep’s milk, goat’s milk, aged, fresh, subtle, stinky. We spent the first few days of the new year holed up in her cosy chambre de bonne, watching Downton Abbey and venturing out in cases of extreme emergency only, namely to play peek a boo with a friend’s new baby and to get the best Chinese food ever from Les Pates Vivantes.
The last day came too soon, but it was time to get back to Brooklyn where lots of work, a wonderful boyfriend and beloved friends were waiting for me. It is a weird feeling to leave home to come back… home. But such is the life of the expatriate. Thank goodness for air travel.