Rue de Vertbois 26

Dearest Ange, (night 1)

I am sitting here on my bed, upstairs in my tiny loft bedroom. The beams are exposed and there is a skylight. I am in a new purple fuzzy robe and thick socks; my mini bottle of Chardonnay is also keeping me quite warm. Pictures of my apartment, the tiny street and surrounding area will be posted shortly.

I have been in Paris for two nights already (at the hotel). In that time, I managed to fall in love twice, and out of it once. I fell in love with Paris, as well as a cute Frenchman named Jonathan in front of the Eiffel Tower. I fell out of love, as he has not returned my call (s). Not to worry! The city oozes with romance, and fresh, foreign faces around every corner. Mmm.

I had a quick dinner (an oxymoron here in Paris, but I’m tired. and hungover.), at “Sushi Generation” at the corner of my street. Not only do they deliver, but it’s actually good. I don’t know why I’m surprised though. It’s a dream come true!!

I stopped at Monoprix afterwards for some kitchen staples: Coke Light (that’s French for “diet coke!”), bread, brie, etc… I also bought a towel, because there is no way I am using the ones provided. They’re gross. Enough said. I would like to wash it before I use it. I intend to tackle the manual to the washing machine/dryer that happens to all be in French.

I cannot wait to explore the area tomorrow and get things settled, so I can find my rhythm. Turns out I have free long distance from the land line in my apartment. Strange, right? Anywho, I’m going to bed early so I wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed. I have the mittens you gave me every day!! And yes, perfect for holding a cig when its cold out at night.

Miss you tons. Wish you were here!!

xo
Lauren