We arrived a week ago welcomed by cold temps but warm friends. Our direct flight- no stopover in Iceland this time- was amazing. It was as if we were teleported from Boston to Paris- it was so fast.

Our apartment was ready- clean and stocked with delicious goodies by our neighbors. We are so lucky to be in such a congenial and friendly environment. The big change which we were delighted to see was the renovation of our buildings facade- once a boulangerie (bakery).

We’ve not done much since arrived as the first several days we struggled with jet lag and barely got up and out to replenish our food supplies.

The first big outing was a big disappointment. Several months ago we had planned with friends to see the exhibit it at The Pantheon about the WWII Armenian resistance here in France. The leader of the group, Missak Manouchian was shot months before the end of the war. His wife escaped. Considered heroes here they were recently re- interred at the Pantheon. We all got there at the appointed time- but much to our disappointment the monument was closed- hit by a flash workers strike. Oh- what sighs of disappointment. We weren’t the only ones.

You see the photo above with the credits.

After a drink in a local cafe we parted and hoped we’d be able to try again.

We center been out shopping at our market, hit a couple of restaurants for delicious dinners, and had friends in last night for a pot luck kind of dinner. We do take aways from the market ( Lebanese foods- kufte, falafel, eggplant dip, hummus and yogurt) but home made pizza contributed by our French friends. ( yes it was delicious).

We usually take a pullcart to the market and fill it up. George is dragging it home.