Sometimes, in the whirlwind of living the trees at the expense of the forest, I keep these blogs with very little sense of the larger picture. I’ve looked back upon certain entries (since it will be me and maybe a family member who will ever do so) and wondered what the hell I was up to, you know, in general.
So, future self, we’re spending one more day in New York before gathering up little Lucy and flying to Nice, France on Thursday night. Nice the city, not the adjective, although I’m sure it’ll be much more than just nice. My dear old friend (and oft commenter) Jiffer, the beautiful maid from Door County, Wisconsin will be marrying Ingo, the handsome Italian/German lad she met the very last night she was in college.
I’ll try to blog from there, since it will be worth etching in digital stone, and apparently there’s wireless all over the Côte D’Azur. After three days there, we’re scooting up to Paris, where we Craigslisted a sweet little flat in the Marais district for a week. I plan on doing some writing, walking in several gardens with my wife, and dipping meat into a fondue pot. That is, as long as Lucy lets us. Our current refrain is “I woulda seen London, I woulda seen France, if it weren’t for Lucy’s underpants.”
From there, it’s back to NYC for a week of business (and hopefully basketball), and then we hunker down in Los Angeles for the television development season until the fall. It’s a good plan, and we’re sticking to it.
In the meantime, Paris is not a city I know that well, so I’m soliciting advice from those who have been… namely, where do you think we should go, as long as it can accommodate a stroller full of cuteness and the time it takes for me to walk off three shots of espresso? Is there anything you wouldn’t miss for the world? Qu’est-ce qu’on fait?