I’ve been absent from this blog for a while, and it’s been nagging at me. Various ideas for posts have flitted in and out of my thoughts, but I haven’t put brain to keyboard (which I suppose is the modern day equivalent of pen to paper).
Last week, Marty and I took a quick trip to Paris. We visited the Louvre and the Musee d’Orsay, and took a dinner cruise on the Seine. On the way to the Musee d’Orsay, Marty fell and hurt his shoulder (it’s getting better and looks like he won’t need surgery). This caused a little blip in our journey, but fortunately he wasn’t hurt badly enough to need a hospital visit.
Otherwise, it was a relaxing and wonderful weekend. It’s easy to fly from Boston to Europe–Paris and London are both direct flights not much different from flying to the W. Coast or Las Vegas. It seems like every other storefront is a restaurant–Parisiens must eat out more than they cook. We loved the museums, the streets, the ambience. People were friendly and eager to serve. That wasn’t my memory of Paris in August–seemed like folks were a lot more cranky the last time.
One thing I realized is that I like short trips away. Partly it’s all the hassle of traveling by air these days, so I try to avoid checking bags. A day or so more to allow a field trip out of Paris would have been ideal, but all in all it was a great getaway.