Doesn’t that sound lovely? It means “enjoy Paris in the snow”. This was a note from Isabelle whom we will visit near Nantes in March. It snowed for 3 days! We were told it was the most snow Paris has seen in 25 years! It was beautiful. Even the mostly stuffy Parisians were taking pictures. And I, in my rockin’ TJ Maxx rain boots, have been romping around in it.
As mentioned in my previous post, Joan got sick on Wednesday and was down for several days. So, Thursday night David, Tom and I went to eat with a friend of mine and David’s who is studying art in Paris. It was nice to see Linda again and I hope we will have a chance to see her often while we are here. We walked her home since it was late and David and Tom stopped to snap a photo of themselves in front of the infamous Moulin Rouge. It the storied place of Toulouse Lautrec, cancan girls and absythne.
We lost Internet, TV and telephone for 3 days during the snow and it freaked us out a little because we felt cut off (thus the reason for my long post).
Tom, David and I went to the US Embassy for a tour by a vice consulate who is Tom’s godson. It was certainly a privilege to see. We watched a couple of movies on our ridiculously large projection screen at home that night. When we went to bed at midnight, I got violently ill and it lasted through Saturday night.
Since Joan and I were both sick on Saturday, David and Tom went on short excursions between taking care of us. They went to dinner where David told the waiter in French, my wife is dead” (he meant sick). The waiter was aghast. There were solemn exchanges. Either they got it straightened out or “services are pending”.
Sadly, we said goodbye to David and Tom early Sunday morning.
We started school yesterday. We are in the same level of class but in different class rooms. My class is quite multi-cultural with Japanese, Chinese, Brazilian, Turkish, Swedish, English, and Austrian (that I know so far). It has been 2 days and I’ve learned beaucoup!
We’ve been eating lunch out and snacking for dinner. I have a scale in my bathroom that shows kilograms. No wonder the French are thin. Kilograms are cooler than pounds when you see the number on the scale and they are MUCH easier to lose!
We bought Navigo bus and metro passes which was a coup because ‘un etranger’ (a foreigner) sometimes gets grief for trying to buy it. Now we have a compulsion to go somewhere every day so that we get our money’s worth. Yesterday we went to the area near Les Halles and did some shopping. I bought some boots. Joan bought boots at a shop near our apartment yesterday, too. 
A Pierman Sister 