Wednesday, February 23, 2011


Paris 2011

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it….Paris was always worth it.   
                                                                                           Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

There may be no end to Paris, but the end of our stay here is in sight. The time passed quickly and there were so many things I wanted to write about that will have to wait until next time. I'm in good company though. Hemingway didn't begin writing The Moveable Feast - a book about his year in Paris in the 1920s - until 1957. 

I'm always sad to leave Paris, but never sorry to leave behind the grey Paris winter. In his opening lines of The Moveable Feast, Hemingway describes it this way: 

Then there was the bad weather. It would come in one day when the fall was over. We would have to shut the windows in the night against the rain and the cold wind would strip the leaves from the trees in the Place Contrescarpe.

Ahead of us is Pisa, but on the way we'll be stopping for a week in Nice, where the sun shines 300 days a year. JR will be at a conference, but I'll have plenty to do. I'm going to tag along with a friend who is looking for an apartment to buy in Nice's Old Town. It's the beginning of Carnival so there'll be lots of festivities and, if the weather cooperates, I'm also planning to take the wonderful "Train des Pignes" up into the mountains. We have reservations for Saturday lunch at Mirazur, a restaurant in nearby Menton that a recent New York Times article said is "worth a plane trip."  I'm feeling better already.  

It's been a great two months in Paris and like Hemingway, we're planning our return. In the meantime, here are some visual souvenirs of our stay. Click here to see the photos. 

A bientôt,

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