Though Philippe and I have spent the majority of time walking while here in Paris, on a few days, we’ve had to catch the Metro to get to our destination. So, I figured that was a good choice for our prompt of train today. Each trip starts with rushing underground to catch our starting train which is on Line 12. Even though this line took us directly to our museum visit, and also goes directly to Montmartre, most of the time, we have to hop off after a few stops and catch another train to get where we’re going. As we’re winding around underground like a hamster in a tube, we can often hear the approaching train just as we’re about to head down the stairs. Everyone around us starts to take the stairs at a run, and I did the same out of habit, but looked back and realized Philippe was still a ways behind me. He said, “Ugh! I’m getting too old for this,” to which I had to giggle since we’d just been passed by a rather spry 80 year old man in the rush. While it’s certainly a convenient way to travel about the city, there are times when the Metro can be an exhausting experience. And I far prefer actual trains where I get to sit and look out onto a view instead of the dark walls of a cave.
We’re both feeling much better today after battling colds, but still a bit tired. Though we did brave the metro once again to pick up a gift for Philippe’s mother to take to her this evening. We decided to skip a dinner out at a restaurant and just pick up some snacks to enjoy at her home. It’s amazing how excited I get about all of the food in the first week and how much I crave a simple evening with simple food at home by the second week. Well, our home away from home such as it is. Tomorrow, we’re having lunch with my sister-in-law, but after looking at the time it would take to reach her on public transportation, we’ve decided to Uber instead so we can sleep in a bit more. This is the wonderful perk of still actually being visitors on vacation. You can splurge a bit every so often to get where you’d like to go faster. Also, it’s not uncommon for various subway lines to stop running at various points. They’ll eventually resume, of course, but often not quickly enough to get you where you’re going on time. So, it’s sometimes much more relaxing to just skip the underground experience entirely.
It’s been unusually cold in Paris at -2C (28F), and there’s snow in the forecast for tomorrow morning here. Philippe was disappointed that we missed the first real snow of the season that happened back home while we were here. So, I blame him for tomorrow’s “miracle” as his wishing seems to have actually brought the snow right to us. But, I’m secretly delighted of course! And now we’re back in our apartment and about to head to sleep once more. We’ve only four full days left here and already it seems like time is slipping away from us. Each time we say goodbye to a friend or a family member from this point forward, it might well be the last time on this trip. There’s a beautiful comfort in knowing you’ll see someone you love again very soon. And an indescribable sense of loss when you know it will be a year or more before you’ll see them again. So, I’m cherishing each little moment as it happens and enjoying it as though it might just last forever. Committing each little thing that occurs to memory and holding it close to my heart so these extraordinary moments can keep my heart warm for another year. Memorizing every face until that last “au revoir!” when we find ourselves once again, turning away from the people we hold dear, and catching the Paris Metro.
About the Doodlewash
Da Vinci Paint Co.: Cobalt Blue, Cobalt Turquoise, Vermillion, Aureolin, and Indigo. Lamy Al-Star Safari Fountain Pen with sepia ink in an A5 Hahnemühle Watercolour Book. Want to purchase a print of this doodlewash? Send me a note with a link to this post, and I’ll add it to my shop!