Searching for best remedy to stave off the summer doldrums of Savannah? How about summer in Paris? That’s right, while the Parisians are trading city for sea, this Savannahian is trading sea for the city.
After the past few months of back office backlog, animated accounting, and POS BS, I’m more than ready for a healthy dose of my muse. Eschewing my penchant for the grande hotel, I’ve instead settled on an apartment in the 6th arrondissement. My husband is worried that this is my attempt to slowly transition to full-time Paris living, but I know he secretly harbors the same dream.
Up at the crack of noon (okay, so I’m not so good with jetlag), croissant from Polâine in hand (how can butter and flour combine so impossibly), strolling through the plane tree filtered sun of the Luxembourg gardens – ahhh, this is going to be the best summer ever!