I have no COVID stories to tell. Sure, I’ve eaten out less, if at all. I wear a mask. For months, I had my groceries delivered and cut my own hair. Yet several times a week, I’ve hugged my grandson, Jack. I’ve seen all my kids. Fortunately, we’ve escaped with our health, and our lives, intact.
Throughout the duration, Pat and I have holed up in our cozy (read that, tiny) apartment in Charlottesville. For a few years now, I’ve worked on this thing I call The Paris Project. This past year, I’ve heightened my focus.
Three years ago, to define the project, I repurposed a writing prompt: Write down every word associated with Paris. Five minutes. GO!
I heard the instructor’s voice. “Keep writing. Don’t pause! Don’t think!”
I considered the list of 55 items ranging from baguettes to Napoleon, the Place des Vosges to Michelin stars to terrorism. Then, I broke everything into groupings: food, history, art, everyday life, and place. I constructed work streams involving a hundred or more books, a handful of classes and, when in Paris, miles upon miles of walking.
Currently, I’m interleaving The Three Musketeers, the letters of Madame de Sévigné, and the food musings of AJ Leibling. Four books lay between me and the end of the monarchy. After nearly three years, I yearn for the day when the guillotine finally falls.
September 9th, we will arrive in Paris for six weeks. My focus will be the monarchy sites in and around the city: the Louvre, Saint Denis, Sainte Chapelle, Versailles, Saint Germaine-en-Laye, a dozen churches, Marly-le-Roi, Fontainebleau, Château de Maintenon, and on and on—the vast remains of a thousand years.
Exploring the wine regions of France is a focus onto its own, and one that I love. I hope to carve out a week in late September to walk the vineyards of Burgundy from Gevrey-Chambertin to Santenay. In a nod to to the monarchy, I plan to pause in Corton-Charlemagne and sip the white wine the eponymous emperor drank in order not to stain his beard.
To some, I’m sure this sounds miserable. I’ve turned Paris—and the broader France—into a master’s thesis.
And yes, I suppose that’s precisely what I’ve done.
But as I look at it, I’ve melded my great passions: food, walking, reading and simply knowing things and wrapped them in a place that has tantalized me for twenty five years.
I can think of no better way to spend my spare time.
As for the COVID days, I’ve neither loved them nor cursed them. For me, it’s been a pause, a time to regroup and reflect, and a time to spend with family. I’ve enjoyed the pace of no pace at all.
Now, I’m ready—for hugs, indoor dining, masklessness …
Categories: Life in Paris
Hi Julie & Pat …….. sounds fantastic to be back traveling. We are starting to think of where we also want to wander to in 2022. Our No. Spain trip ( Barcelona / St. Sebastian / Bilbao ) wet our appetite for more adventure there and to So. France. Would love to see you guys at some point. We are in New England for the summer/fall – settling into to our new home in New Hampshire….miss EG ! Keep in touch !
Hugs from Bruce & Lee ♥️
Oh Bruce and Lee….. I can be totally had to come to Northern Spain or Southern France to see you guys! Let us know as your plans firm. I’m fairly sure we will be in Paris next spring.
Double rainbows!!🥰 Happy to hear of your plans! We Canadians have a longer wait…To come out of this scourage with something to show for it, I
have been teaching myself Italian. I figured if I could teach hundreds of kids French for 35 years I should be able to teach myself another language!🙂
On the horizon will be the 65th bday present I gave to myself April 2020 that got scuttled: a week in the Netherlands to see friends and the Keukenhof, a week in Scotland to Islay for single malt tasting and a week in a part of France I have never seen, the Alscace. The dream is alive!
Italian!? That’s fantastic! We will each come out at our own pace, but come out we all shall. I do think there’s a message in those rainbows!