We came back from France two years ago with a handful of euros in our pockets.
"We'll save them for next time," I said, creating a label for the little jar from Monoprix that once held what surely must be the world's creamiest vanilla yogurt.
The jar has had a place of honor on the top shelf of the pseudo barrister's box bookcase in the dining room for 23 months now. It has been a symbol of our future plans, our unwillingess to part with roughly 40 euros.
Last time we went to France, we got 728 euros for $1,000. The rate of exchange is equally dismal this year, although it was good in early 2006. C'est la vie!
Good thing we've rented an apartment with a kitchen and are within a short trek to Rue Cler. Because I think we will be eating in a lot.
Speaking of my barrister's boxes: Laura Florand initiated a bookshelf meme. The idea is that you photograph your bookshelf, or the one that best represents you. This is my France shelf. I am a total slob, as you can see. There are other, neater bookshelves in my house, but I thought you should see this one.
Of course, half the Paris books are on the coffee table in the TV room. At night we curl up with them — and the laptop — to plan our strategy for getting to know Paris a little better.