Rick flew into Paris on Tuesday morning with a storm. I met up with him at the Indiana Cafe' after my French class. It was pouring. We had hardly gotten into the apartment when it started to hail. It sounded like someone was pouring little pebbles down the chimney and when I opened the fireplace, it was full of little ice chips. But as is often the case in Paris, the weather cleared later in the afternoon.
On Wednesday morning, Rick and I had the pleasure of meeting and visiting with Mick and Marti, a couple from Washington who have owned an apartment in Paris for 12 years. It was fun to hear of their trials and tribulations, and we did agree, over lunch later, that we have no desire to buy an apartment in Paris.
Thursday besides French class, I had a party at the school. By the time I got home I could tell that Rick was getting over the jetlag and stress he had left home with. It helped that he had a GREAT Thai massage in the afternoon. He was like a new person.
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