November 17: Today is our last day in Paris. The agent audition on Wednesday went well and we now have an ally in Paris. Mission accomplished. As we realize that our 2-month adventure of living like gypsies is coming to an end, we try to make the most out of these last few days. I am sitting in a Parisian café sipping on espresso as I write this entry for the blog. This city is amazing. I have learned much about its rich history and heritage. The kids and Larry went to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa while I purposely stayed behind to take advantage of seeing Paris sans husband and kids. Just before sitting down for some quiet time, I went window shopping on Rue de Rivoli, which is supposedly the thing to do. I recognize stores such as H & M, Adidas, Aeroesole, and others and was quickly reminded of New York. I do think New York is a lot tamer than Paris but does "beat out" Paris in the classical music and live music scenes. But what New York is to music, I think Paris is to art. I am in constant awe at the "electricity" that seems to abound in every inch of this city. Earlier today, I stopped into the most amazing, what they call "supermarket" that I have ever laid my eyes on. It is called Fouchon and is quite famous. Everywhere I look, building after building, store-front after store-front, as well as statues, fountains, boulevards, palaces, I am amazed at the sheer beauty and grandeur of everything. It has been a great day losing myself in a little bohemian café off Rue du Rivoli, revelling in something that is known only in this corner of the world.
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