New York is filled with tourists right now and I love it. I don’t love it when they walk four across at the slowest pace a human being is capable of on a narrow sidewalk so no matter how complex your offense strategy may be…you will NEVER get through…but that’s ok. This year I love them, because soon I will be a tourist in someone else’s town. I will don my fanny pack, my favorite sneaks and my camera around my neck soon too.
At least that’s what I was going to wear until our little French survival kit arrived in the mail this week from NaNa Kit.
In it was what I have decided will be my Parisian Uniform: a stretchy, strapless, black jumpsuit that comes down just mid-calf; a pair of gold hoop earrings; a pair of kitten heel cage shoes; camera ready glow bronzer AND a package of adhesive mustaches. Fantastique! We will probably have to put the baby’s on while he is sleeping.
In health news, I went to yet another doctor because this was week four of my horrifying cough. I was coughing so violently that I literally strained my intercostal muscles that hold my ribs in place. The doctor gave me some cough syrup with codeine just to take at night so I could sleep (!) and told me to stay away from caffeine, alcohol and dairy…’but I’m leaving for Paris Sunday. I don’t think they have any other food groups there.’
As we pack up our 2nd temporary UWS apartment, we would feel sad, but we’re heading to Paris so we feel ok about it. Looks like we found yet a third temporary UWS place for the month of September. Then we will hunt for a permanent home for October 1st.