paris had a little bit of a cold snap this week. i cant believe that last week there were two days that were so hot i started sweating in my trench. and suddenly overnight parisians snapped from trench coat to down jacket. i'm really hoping it goes back to normal next week -- autumn cant possibly have been only one week before winter comes!
my vocabulary and semantics have changed a bit. when i say dollar, i mean the euro. i reference the arrondissements casually just by their numbers, and bonjour, merci comes so naturally now that it's difficult to adjust in italy. and when its time to go home, how can i switch back to before?
paris was enveloped in a thick fog this week and it felt like we were in Another World, a dreamy alternate reality where the eiffel vanished before our eyes and castles struggled to be seen. (i never used to like the eiffel but it's become a little of a compass for me now. and what is paris without its compass?) an old lady and i, at a bus stop, shivered under our down jackets simultaneously and then shared a chattering chuckle.