When it rains, it pours but they say you don’t move to Paris for the weather. ð So when Paris gives you soggy croissants, you attempt to make Bread and Butter Pudding with them. ðĨ âïļ ðĪ·ðžââïļ
So, alas not everyday in Paris is La Vie En Rose.
(What the heck?! Why not?! How did Coco Chanel make it work?….)
How living in Paris is in my mind, vs the reality of how it feels at the moment:
So for those of you who follow my instagram accounts you have gleaned that Roo and I are rockin’ it out alone here at the moment, awaiting la grande ‘demoiselle’ of fashion herself to arrive:
Throwback from when she was rockin’ the runway at age 2:
And before her Royal Highness of Fashion arrives, Roo and I have been navigating a few new challenges:
1 We have to move. This apartment is for sale and the owners will be allowing prospective purchasers to come through which isn’t really what we had in mind. And then of course we would/could have to move at some point when we are feeling really settled, so we decided to look for something else. So that’s been happening…just as I’m settled, the universe says, ‘oh no, you don’t….
2 We have had a leak in this apartment. It’s in a corner of the bathroom we don’t use much and the leak isn’t coming into our bathroom but is apparently leaking very hot water into the storage space below which prompted the building guardien (caretaker) to come knocking on our door with the plumber one evening when we were in our PJs. So we had a 10:30pm-midnight plumbing investigation happening which is NOT how I recommend one spends a Saturday night in Paris. grumble grumble…
3 Today, the plumbing issue continues. Yesterday apparently the water was still flowing into the storage space below so I had to be in constant communication with the apartment owner (who is in LA) to keep him informed with photos etc as to the progress. The plumbers are now cutting through the wall as I write this to see what’s happening with the plumbing behind. What’s that you say? Sorry I cant hear a thing over these saws. grumble grumble moan and groan.
4 Roo’s school has moved which explains why we couldn’t see any signs of it at the address we had previously visited. Wow. Thanks for the heads up. (Not!) I would have thought that might be some critical info for people moving from half way around the globe and seeking accommodation nearby…but there we are. So we have decided to give a pass on the school. Roo is super keen to do the ‘Distance Learning’ and I’ve now adjusted to that so I think we could make a good experience of it. (Plus the school here has upped all its fees and associated fees (bus, lunch, sports) AND moved to the Trocadero…which is chaos central and so not somewhere we want to be schlepping to and from on a daily basis despite its jaw dropping view of the Tour Eiffel.
So that’s the scoop. Oh! and it’s been pouring rain which Roo is grumbling about because it makes driving his remote control car less responsive. I however am ok with the respite in heat. My back is still bothering me so cool weather makes me feel less guilty about being a bit lazy. And one could always turns soggy croissants into this:
But I did start a Kundalini Yoga program yesterday morning and that was shockingly amazing. I heard Madonna is a fan which i think is what likely put me off, and that it doesn’t seem remotely athletic but given I was just wanting to be able to move without pain, I was all for a chill yoga experience. I loved it. The teacher is an older woman who is so graceful and lovely I was quite transfixed by her. I can’t wait to do it again. I do yoga on an app so I can access it any time which works so well. So after one class I did two more and I could move again!!! As I said to a friend: I KNOW I know I need to do yoga daily….why am I so pig headed about wanting to?! I think it’s just the Border Collie in me: I would rather just run at top speed chasing squirrels. I don’t have the focus and calmness for yoga: yet….. wink wink. Clearly I need to keep working on this. Working by sitting still: Such a foreign concept to me! ðĪŠ
So when you see me next, if I’m in tights and draped in a kaftan and wearing a white wrap around my head with a beautiful stone, you will know that Kundalini dun got me real gud. (Besides….I would never have to do my hair!?….Endless benefits I can see…..)
