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Petit déjeuner…

I have enjoyed my petit déjeuner and lingered over my café crème long enough...

I have enjoyed my petit déjeuner and lingered over my café crème long enough.  It is time to move on to my errands.  As I shrug into my coat, I stop for a moment in mid-scarf-wrap, thinking he is sitting a few tables away, realizing no, it isn’t him.  Surely it would be too soon for him to appear anyway.  But that text so early this morning…

Are you thinking I should be concerned that he knows where I am when I haven’t even told him I would be in Paris?  Maybe I should be. I’ll have to tell you some day how we met.  I really don’t know what he does to keep himself in the excruciatingly expensive clothing he wears so well, but I am fairly certain it is not entirely legal.  Perhaps being an international über-intelligent badass has its perks – like effortlessly keeping tabs on your sometimes-lover.

With a mental shrug at this thought, I leave the cozy cafe and continue on, following the river until I come to rue Dauphine.  I know of a grocery market a few blocks away and I need provisions ~ coffee, creme, wine…the essentials.  There is a market closer to my apartment, but any excuse to walk farther along the river….I am in no hurry.  In fact, I can’t resist detouring a bit just to walk by the Musee D’Orsay.  It is still a little too early, but soon a long line will form, full of people eager to see the gorgeous architecture and the impressive impressionists collection.  I myself will pay a visit sometime this trip.  I can’t help myself. The Impressionists speak to me…

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*While the Boutique here at The Armchair Parisian is very real indeed, the stories and characters are a product of imagination.  Please enjoy them in the adventurous spirit in which they were intended.


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