I have been negligent in my updates lately; I had intended to write a post about May Day (which proved to be more interesting than I had thought it would) and about my bike shop odyssey last weekend, but I didn’t.
In my defense, my wife, who I hadn’t seen in almost five weeks, flew in over the weekend and we’ve been busy with setting up bank accounts and apartment-hunting (we seem to have found one in the 7th arrondissement). We finally had a day to ourselves yesterday (holiday number two of three for May), and while she can go home having seen Notre Dame, we were otherwise dissuaded from further tourism by surprisingly heavy rain.
At the moment, I’m half-heartedly getting ready for work and sulking because she’s flying home tomorrow. On a more positive note, I’m headed back four days later, though the ensuing two weeks are likely to be chaos as we need to have the house packed and stored, make a decision regarding my car, herd the cats, collect our visas, and then return, as official expatriates, by the first week of June.
Fezzik In Paris 