Many years ago, I landed in Paris while on my way to Turkey. Three days in Paris gave me visual, auditory, and tactile indigestion. So much, so rich, but the tastes were absolutely wonderful. Glutton that I am, I had to have more.
Time and pacing were needed.
Four visits later, I still feel I’m only just beginning to know the city. My last stay, I barely made it out of the Marais in six days. Such a tiny corner, but so full of history, layers of change, tides of people. I had wanted to stay in the Marais again on this trip, but had difficulty finding an apartment in my price range with that most useful feature—an air conditioning unit. I dislike a/c at home, but living without in an upper floor city apartment one summer long ago has given me a firm appreciation of its usefulness. And with the torrid temperatures in Paris this July, I'll be very glad to have one.
We’ve rented an apartment in the Gros-Caillou, the area between the Invalides and the Eiffel Tower, where the main street is rue St-Dominique. It’s an attractive area, wealthy, a bit dull, but with good shopping, restaurants, Metro and bus connections.
We’ll begin our trip in Paris, then travel to Burgundy for a week, and finally return to Paris for a few days. Today we take the boys to Camp, and we leave tomorrow.
And no, I am not packed.