Last Cup at Farley's

 

Six months ago we were sitting in Potrero waiting to return a rented Toyota Tacoma to the SFO rental car lot. We needed the pickup truck to haul the last of our possessions to the Recology e-waste dump. Except for two suitcases and duffel bags of clothes that were coming with us to Paris, everything else we owned had been sold, given away, donated, or junked. Now we just had to drop off the truck and catch a redeye to JFK. From there, we would rent another car--smaller and more sensible than a full-sized pickup--swing through Maine for a few days, and then hurry back to NYC for another redeye to Charles DeGaulle.

That was the start of our Paris venture. We were retired, solvent and as free as people responsible for transporting a dog to another continent could be. We knew we had a one-year tourist visa and were booked for one month in a small apparthotel in the 13th arrondissement. Beyond that, everything was wide open.

I didn't intend to keep a log or journal of the trip--just some photos of things that interested or amused us as we traveled around Paris, the rest of France, and wherever else we felt like going. I don't use social media anymore and sharing these with friends and family became unwieldy after a while. So at a friend's suggestion, I'm going blogging again.

I don't plan to blog everyday or chronologically rehash our time over here. But I hope the page will help me organize some ideas that are starting to develop, as well as share some photos.

Time to go.



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