Qoutidien

I went grocery shopping only to find that my closest Franprix and my favorite Boulanger will be closed for travaux (renovation) for months. Sigh. So I climbed the hill to the Monoprix and as per my usual visits there I spent more than I should have. This week I am going to make chicken parmesan in a pan.

But the sun came out for a brief moment and it was so warm I had to take my raincoat off. Yes, raincoat! I hadn't even taken out my wool coat.

On the way back I turned the corner to see one of my favorite neighbors. Nicolas, an old Italian man, lives in the house he purchased on this street in 1970 with his adorable wirey haired wife. All last summer we would spend a few minutes chatting as I passed to and from. His post is in napping in an old barcalounger on his front porch and he tells me the same story about France, Italy and the second World War every single time. He wants me to marry his grandson and always invites me up for a coke.

I missed him all winter. I will miss him more when I finally move from this neighborhood. Must remember to get some good photos of he and his wife and their sweet house.