Closed on Tuesdays

I dedicated a rather serious amount of time this week to wondering if I should become a boquiniste, selling old books along the banks of the Seine, before reluctantly accepting I don’t have the time to do it justice. Should you need to imagine a new life for yourself or have a genuine interest in setting up shop they’re accepting applications until the end of the month and there’s 17 spots available.

With the crèche closed for wind on Monday, the toddler off sick Wednesday and all three children home due to the strike on Thursday there were some logistical gymnastics as I zig-zagged across Paris for boring appointments and interesting meetings. With more confirmed strikes, probably more wind and definitely more sick days in the near future I’m now regularly practicing my Gallic shrug and most dra…