Well, we made it here. That’s us eating something basic and non-threatening — sandwiches and a quiche lorraine at the Eric Kayser boulangerie on the rue du Bac. I wish it were possible to convey how exhausted we were at that point. The overnight flight was fine, but Julie and Matthew didn’t sleep at all, and the rest of us barely slept. We dropped our bags at our apartment this morning, but couldn’t get back in to rest until the cleaning ladies had finished straightening up from the departing guests. Our landlord took us over to a moneychanger near the Opera Garnier to cash travelers cheques to pay the balance of our rent. We decided to walk to Eric Kayser, which didn’t seem terribly far away in my memory.
That was a mistake. I mean, I was fine, but I had had some sleep. My crew were zombies by the time we made it there. After lunch, I put them into a cab and went to do some basic shopping for the house. Lucas stuck it out with me, because he’s energetic. We walked down the rue du Bac, and I tried to talk him into going into the convent to see the incorrupt body of St. Catherine Laboure, but he just wanted to get the groceries and go home. I ducked into La Grande Epicerie to buy some Christine Ferber confiture, best I’ve ever had. I went to Monoprix to buy everything else, especially the salted Breton butter.
Lucas and I walked the long way back home to our place on the other side of the Luxembourg Gardens, and by the time we crossed the threshold, our feet were stinging and numb. Everybody here is sleeping or about to crash. Turns out our adapter is all wrong for the plugs, so I have to go out first thing in the morning to buy the right ones. There will be time for that.
But hey, we’re in Paris! Truth to tell, I would like nothing more now than to be at home in my very own bed. But that’s just the travel exhaustion talking. More blogging tomorrow, when I’ve got my sea legs.