When we moved to Paris, I was very excited about the flea markets. I love old furniture with character (except upholstered furniture--I’m sure there are bodily fluids in there), I love reusing things instead buying new, and I love getting in the communities where real people do their stuff. Moving to Paris with no furniture was the perfect time for me to start flea market shopping.
I’m still in the honeymoon stage of life in France. Culture shock is due to set in soon, but for now I just think this place is lovely! Everything is pretty. Food is delicious. Groceries are affordable. The weather is nice. People are friendly. Here are some nice pictures for you.
I’m not having an identity crisis, but my blog is.
I started this blog to document my weird journey through sending two-thirds of my kids off to college and traveling around the world for a year. Now the kids are in college and the traveling is done. The remaining kid is low-maintenance.
So, if this blog lives on, what kind of blog should it be?