Monday, February 07, 2005
But seriously, I don't know how to ice skate!
Saturday I left my Monsieur to his devices (packing up the apartment into boxes)and met up with Katia, who I had recently 'met' in a sense, through this new involvement I have with expat blogs (a little vortex I stumbled into quite by accident as one bloggers site was somehow linked with mine through a process I don't pretend to understand via the allconsuming book website). A pleasant afternoon was had wandering in and out of dinky shops and cafes (and once again PAST the Musee d'Orsay, rather than INTO it, something I really should have done by now)
Sunday night was Carnevale! in Paris, so we wandered down to the Hotel de Ville to watch the performers, clowns and drummers and jugglers and general revelry. And I got to grizzle and grumble and rant and curse that my camera wouldn't exceed its optic limitations and give me some non-blurry goods - I eschew the flash you see - even the clowns in associated picture quizzed me about it)