J’ai froid, originally uploaded by johntynan.

Today, I dropped Miles off at his first day of day care (called the creche). He seemed interested in getting down to business and started pointing to all the things he wanted to check out. I gave him a kiss and slipped out the door without any tears (from either of us). I can tell I’m perfectly comfortable in our neighborhood, since it was bitterly cold and I had to run through some chores really quick. I went to my favorite boulangerie and asked for a baguette blanche and un hot dog (prounounced “ott dog”) s’il vous plait in my preschool French, then dropped off the dry cleaning (the pressing), recharged my navigo pass at the metro, recharged my orange phone card and bungled the price (trente-cinq euros. darn numbers are always so hard to remember). I then picked up some ham (jambon… it seems like everything is ham here. Maybe in time I’ll see some distinction), roquefort and ementaller cheese and a bunch of bananas. All this in under one very chilly hour. I know this is a kind of mundane topic, but I was amazed at how well I’m getting to know Boulogne, which is a pretty sweet place to be. That, and the snow falling lightly gave me the sense that it’s still possible to be intoxicated with living in Paris after six months.