I love old oak trees.
I am just emerging from the depression that hits me each time we come back to Paris after a long break in the UK.
The main cause of our discontent is a lack of English (and Welsh!) friends here. I have made several English-speaking friends during our stay but all, without exception, have left Paris to move to the country, to the UK or to another job location. The latest friend to do a runner is going to Kazakhstan for a year. How desperate is that!?
I appreciate that we live in a stunning flat, in a pretty quartier with all possible amenties close by, in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, with food, wine and restaurants to make you all envious but, hey, what is life if you can't have a good laugh with mates?
3 comments:
Hi there
Good pics there!
I know the feeling about depression - I get the same feeling after my summer holiday when a new school year starts and I have so much to do and holidays seem a long way off. And then I panic if I have not booked another break - which I had not. Could not contain myself with this and ended up booking a flight to Seville for a few days. Something to look forward to!
Yeah.. this is always a depressing time of year in Paris if you haven't got a good social circle.
Classes and club activities haven't started yet, local family members and friends are excited to see each other after the long break, removal vans load up and whisk away the only neighbours who had a friendly word with you.
I can feel a tartelette aux poires coming on ...
Hello girls
The chaps clearly have too much work to be arsed with this blogging business. Nice pics, BD. There's a funny sort of feeling in the air around autumn, eh? It's the end of civilisation as we know it here in the Merrie England, where horse chestnut trees are on their last trunks because of the leaf miner, bleeding canker and some other thing - oh yeah, drought. I may make Sooz have a game of conkers with me though, as I collected a shirtful of them when out jogging after a thunderstorm the other day; it will be part of her cultural readjustment.
By the way, I think one of the conker-tree-killers came over from France - like Guillaume le Conquerant ho ho.
On the subject of socialising scope, the blog does it a bit, I spose, but it's far too random and sporadic, innit? And as part of an online training course I have got to follow, I have to keep --- a bloomin blog of my learning.
BFN
Russ
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