The sky was bleeding red as we landed this morning....just before sunrise. The airlines lost one of my bags but say it will come in tomorrow on the same flight from Chicago. I asked if they had ever irretrievably lost a bag and the lady said no.
Everyone in my shuttle was American - and the traffic was terrible. We left CDG aiport at about 9 AM and arrived at my apartment at 10:30. Didier was here to greet me and haul my bag up to the 3rd floor (4th American).
The building was completed in 1870 and originally there were no bathrooms but a shared toilet between floors. These little alcoves now house a potted plant and the doors to the toilets which have been sealed for years. The spiral staircase is precarious and Didier told me his 35 year old wife has fallen three times on it.
I went to Franprix to get some basic food supplies while Didier completed cleaning the place. My French bankcard didn't seem to work at the check out in the grocery and we finally deduced that I was moving too fast and entering my code too fast for the machine to process. LENTEMENT, Susie. We ran around the quartier doing errands of various sorts and then had lunch at a local brasserie.
My place is.....rustic, but the bed is excellent and has a huge down quilt on it. And I can see the very tip of the Eiffel Tower out of all three of my windows but cannot take a photo of it at night. The beacon comes around every second or so and is quite beautiful.
I managed to stay conscious until about 3 PM after not having slept on the plane. Then jet lag hit me like a brick. I am exhausted. I plan about four days of exhaustion. Tomorrow I will find the Tati store to get some larger towels to use and try to figure out how to conceal the cleaning equipment that is strewn in the bathroom.
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