As some of my readers know, I’ve recently relocated to Paris — in the midst of the pandemic, no less. I’ve learned many lessons in just the first 13 days.
- Always wear an extra layer, even if I’m going to be indoors. It’s cold here, and the heat isn’t what I’m used to in the States. The French barely notice the cold, but I do.
- Try to speak the language. Some French people appreciate the effort. Others are just happier to speak English so they don’t have to listen to me butcher their language. Still, it’s better to try. (I’ll write more on this, I’m sure)
- Attempt only one food-shopping excursion per day. You can now order groceries on line in Paris, and most of the larger supermarkets deliver. Still, the experience of shopping the Parisian markets is worth toting a caddy. That said, getting it up the front steps and into the elevator is a chore. Yesterday, I did it twice. Too much!
Most important, I’ve learned to follow Rocky’s example. Please click here to read my new piece, “My Poodle Teacher,” on Medium and learn more.
(And if you’re so inclined, please applaud it on Medium and follow me. Last month your “claps” earned me $.14! No, that decimal point, is not an error!)
And the adventure begins!
We’ll be awaiting the next installment
And, yet, it will be. Lots of “material,” no doubt!
Sounds like another Melin’ adventure!
So you’ve exchanged a zip code for an arrondissement.
Is Rocky a poodle? A French poodle? Does he bark in French? If not now I’m sure he will.
Bon Chance.
Yes, the 7th! He doesn’t care what language he barks in. That’s one of the reasons he’s so happy. I hope you read the piece on Medium, which I think you’ll enjoy — and will explain much more.