New Wheels

  I haven't posted here in awhile because there really hasn't been anything new.  At least that's the situation on my end of this transcontinental relationship!  I'm still unpacking and ruthlessly getting rid of things.  My mantra:  "Do you really want to move this again?!"  It's very effective.

  The good news is that my DH will be here in Colorado in mid-July, for a few days.  He's put the paper work in for my trip to Paris-the one that is courtesy of his company.  We should know what is happening with that next week.

  I am so proud of my husband.  He's getting to know his way around Paris.  Tired of the fickleness of service on the Metro, he rented a car.
  My husband has driven in Boston and Los Angeles.  He's driven in Rome.  When we lived in London, he was the only American in his company to own and drive a car there.  He's a car enthusiast, so relying on public transportation just isn't his thing.
  I'm amazed that he can remember his way around a city, years after he's been there.  It's amazing because when we're in a shopping mall, he sometimes can't remember what entrance we came in.  But drop him in Boston and he's good to go!
  He's always loved BMWs, his car of choice.  So I wasn't surprised that he bought a car to drive in Paris.  The dealer spoke some English and Mark speaks passable French, et voilà !
  His concession to narrow streets was to buy the smallest BMW he could.  If he ever gets to drive the German Autobahn, there is a powerful engine under that small hood.
 

Ah well.  We all have our passions.

I told him to do laps around the Arc de Triomphe.