So, just before Christmas, Mark read an email aloud to me from one of his colleagues: Hello Mark, we would like to know if you are interested in doing research with us in Paris during the summer. And then I proceeded to quietly hyperventilate. But since we still had plenty of details to iron out, I kept telling myself not to get too excited. (I, ahem, kind of believe in jinxing myself.)
Fast forward to this week, when all the pieces fell into place and I realized it's officially official! We have an apartment in the 12eme arrondissement, near Nation. We photographed our cottage (you can see here and here, if you like), posted a Craigslist ad, and found subletters. (The couple renting it are sweet newlyweds who are adorably excited about living here, which makes me happy.) And then I played travel agent, cashed in 80,000 reward miles, and we have our tickets.
I'm not sure how much baking we'll do while we're in Paris -- I'm not even sure our apartment has an oven -- but I am looking forward to buying produce, cheeses, pâtés at the nearby markets and sampling all the pastries and bread and chocolate we can get our hands on. Also: excited about our visitors (my sister! our friends Julia and John!), taking long walks in the evenings, and photographing photographing photographing. (The photo above is from the trip we took to Paris for our first wedding anniversary.)
So ... ! You'll have to excuse me for practically levitating as I type. Next time I post, I promise to have my feet back on planet Earth. Future posts: our 3 year wedding anniversary trip in Tahoe. Muir Woods and Napa Valley with Mark's parents. And a dish we liked so much we've made it twice in the past two weeks: Yotam Ottolenghi's insane black pepper tofu.