Worth the wait
First of all, thank you, dear friends, for all your comments on my last post. Somehow life’s ginormous changes aren’t quite as scary with you next to me. Reading your kind words of congratulations and encouragement gave me my first tiny burst of confidence — a feeling of I can DO this! (instead of: we are crazy). And then, a few days ago, my husband reminded me of the lyrics of an old song:
The great big city’s a wondrous toy
Just made for a girl and boy.
We’ll turn Manhattan
into an isle of joy.
I look forward to sharing many more moments of joy and sadness (and everything in between) with you all.
Meanwhile, here are some stats on what I’ve been up to since Thursday:
Number of trips to New York: 1
Number of apartments seen in one day: 12 (!!!)
Number of plans to go to East Village for dinner after apartment hunting: 1
Number of visits made to East Village for dinner: 0
Number of room service cheeseburgers we ate before passing out at 9.30pm: 2
Number of transatlantic flights the next day: 1
Hours slept since my arrival in Paris two days ago: 5
Number of viennoiseries consumed in 36 hours: 3
Yes, I am in Paris. Paris! I’ll be here for a couple of months soaking up the cold, damp, beautiful city. I’m so happy to be here it doesn’t matter. Today I visited my old neighborhood, stocked up on milk chocolate bars at La Grande Epicerie, and stopped by my beloved Poilâne bakery for a petit pain aux noix and a tarte aux pommes. I had to patienter a bit for the latter, but when the tray came up from the kitchen, the tarts were still faintly warm from the oven, the pâte feuilletée crumbling into flakes upon my tongue, the apple slices soft and faintly sticky.
It was worth the wait. Happiness, my friends, is a warm apple tart.
Over the next few weeks, I’ll be traveling around France eating (yes, again! I’m pinching myself). This time my, er, research is for a Condé Nast Traveler article and as a result I’ll be documenting every crumb via everyone’s favorite voyeuristic tools, Twitter and Instagram. Hungry? Curious? Miss France? I hope you’ll follow my adventures @AnnMahNet and send me a Tweet or two. (And while you’re at it, check out @CNTraveler for great travel-related tweets.) I would love to hear from you — especially since it gets lonely out there on the road!
A bientôt!
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