The above photo is of the iron grate protecting the window on the entrance door of our apartment in Paris.
On the train to Paris today, the man sitting next to me had a nervous habit, he could not sit still. He got up, then sat down, opened his computer, leaned over kissed his wife, shut his computer, stood up, got coffee, sat down, kissed his wife, open his computer, scratched his head, took off his scarf, kissed his wife, closed his computer, wiggled his feet, toyed with his watch, took a sip of his coffee, got up, came back, added sugar, opened his computer… if there was another seat on the train I would have moved instead I closed my eyes.
Next month Chelsea will go to Bangladesh to work on a community project with Danone for the next three months.
My range of emotions move from pride, happiness and nervousness as often as the man on the train wiggled around.
Hence, I am in Paris to spend some time with Chelsea, and Sacha (who has his fingers crossed) on a project that will move him away for a few months as well.
The iron grate on the door has an angel holding a key.
xxx
P.S. Oops, I do not know why some of you saw or can see the photos on yesterday's blog and some of you cannot. Sorry about that
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