F Train to Paris

In which a Jewish family from Brooklyn moves to Paris, France for two years of work, school, and adventures.

The movers have packed virtually everything except the computer--and they actually packed that, too, but I made them unpack it. This is my last post from my soon-to-be former home on rue Maspero, Paris 16eme. On Sunday we set off for our road trip (which I outlined in the July 15th post). I'll post while on the road if I can; otherwise, I'll check in when we get back Paris, briefly, around August 18th.

Yesterday I had coffee with a fellow blogger, Laura of Cucina Testa Rossa fame. It was fun to meet her, and I hope now that she's quit her stressful job she'll have time to blog again. While in Champagne, I hope to met up with blogger Vivi of Dispatches from France. When I launched my blog last year, I had no idea I was becoming part of a delighful group of expat anglophone bloggers who have made Paris their home, whether permanently or, like me, temporarily. Following their adventures and meeting them, through our comment boxes, our emails, or in person, has been an unexpected pleasure.

Goodbye to all my Paris friends. You've made my two years here so rich. I'll miss the coffees at Kleber and Lubeck (okay, I won't miss the coffee at Lubeck), the museum tours with Kelly, the wine-soaked book club meetings, the intellectual stimulation of the literary salons with Toby and company, even the ISP PTA meetings and working in the Eurecole library on Tuesday afternoons. And if I didn't write all those articles I meant to write about Jewish life in Paris, or work hard enough on my novel-- well, I was too busy living this exciting expat life.

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