Successfully Landed in France

Messages from friends reminded me that I hadn’t updated the story of Earl’s travels.

He landed in Paris Sunday morning, and the same flight for the next day through Iceland was cancelled because of snow storms. He just made it.  

The required photo with the Eiffel Tower -- but he does look happy. 

He caught a train into Paris and settled into his lonely (I imagine) hotel room near the Pantheon, without me.

The Pantheon

That night he joined our friends Linda (Frenchless in France) and Maurice for drinks and we Facetimed so I could see the beautiful views and the fabulous remodel. I can't wait to visit Paris again so I can see the apartment myself.
Earl wandered the city the next day, complaining about the cold until I explained that it was 12 degrees here (-11 celcius).
He went to the Rodin museum, one of the museums we haven't explored yet in Paris, but it was closed "exceptionellement" for a private event.
So, instead, he headed to one of our favorite places, Saint Chappelle, a gothic church that amazes us with the colors of the windows every time.

Soaring windows. When the sun is bright the bystanders are bathed in blue. 

Some details

I don't know if he ventured into any restaurants and had a meal alone, which I have done in Paris, reading a book on my phone or just people watching.
But he did stop by his favorite creperie on Rue Mouffetarde to buy a panini before he headed back to his hotel room.

Eating it on the street like a real American

This morning, he caught the train to Carcassonne where friends will pick him up and he'll return to our new/old house.

I'm sure he stopped at Starbucks because he was thinking of me. 

It will be nice to picture him under the covers in our bed tonight, even though he'll be freezing without me there to warm him with my hot flashes.

First Paragraph

Every Tuesday, Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea posts the first paragraph of her current read. Anyone can join in. Go to Diane's website for the image and share the first paragraph of the current book you are reading.
Here's mine for this week Anything Considered by Peter Mayle:

Something would turn up, Bennett kept telling himself. On the good days, the days when the sun shone and no bills arrived, he found it easy to believe that this sudden poverty was a temporary blot on the landscape of life, a hiccup of fate, no more than a passing inconvenience. Even so, he couldn't ignore the facts: his pockets were hollow, his checks were prone to bounce, and his financial prospects generally -- as his bank manager had pointed out with the gloomy relish that bank managers convey when imparting bad news -- were vague and unsatisfactory.

Peter Mayle, of course, is the author of A Year in Provence and this is a novel he wrote back in the 1990s, when France still used the Franc rather than the Euro. Still, since my life is a bit stressful right now, I'm running everyday and searching for some escapism in my reading material. Earl read this book and enjoyed it. If it can transport me to Provence for a few hours, I'm there.
What do you think? Would you read it?