It has felt a flat subdued sort of week. Firstly our family visitors left last weekend heading back home to work down-under. After a month of busy sightseeing near and far with them it was just the two of us in our cosy apartment.
I’ve mentioned before that Parisians head away at this time of year and it’s really struck us this week; our neighbourhood in the 17th (arrondissement) is much less animated than usual. The sales have finished and now cafes, restaurants, boutiques, the butcher, the baker and probably the candlestick maker have pinned their CLOSED for SUMMER notice to the door and shut up shop.
Even the petanque (boules) players who have packed out the pitches on Rue Cardinet in the late afternoon all year, even during snow-flurries in winter, have diminished to a skeleton crew with a few – clearly less skilled – ring-ins this week.
In this lull of activity I started the week feeling a sense of in-between-projects restlessness; tour co-ordinator duties finished, 2 knitting projects finished (scarves) earlier than expected, but not quite ready to embark on Autumnal knits. The short list has been finalised, just not the starting order.
Now it’s the end of the week and I am full of purpose packing my suitcase to head off on our next planned adventure to the Amalfi coast. I’ve packed a bit of light knitting, loaded Sheryl Sandberg’s book “Lean In: Women, work and the will to lead” onto the e-reader, had my toenails pedicured and polished – bliss -and I’m ready for la dolce vita.