I love this kind of thing - you know that this "boite à lettres" was once a portal to a space that's now less accessible, or even entirely inaccessible. There are tons of cemented-over doorways and roadways in the city, and I bet there's some kind of tragic but fascinating story behind most of them.
On a completely unrelated note, I think we met briefly at Hidden Kitchen last Saturday night. I had a long conversation with your husband about his job and about my research before we sat down to dinner, and it was only today, looking at your blog, that I made the connection. I would have loved to have spent more time talking with you, so hopefully we'll run into each other again sometime!
For a long time, we were just another typical Washington, DC family: two policy-oriented jobs, two kids, and two cars. Out of the blue, my husband got a new assignment; we ditched the old jobs and the cars (but kept the kids) and headed to Paris for what started out to be a three-year, and eventually became a four-year tour.
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I love this kind of thing - you know that this "boite à lettres" was once a portal to a space that's now less accessible, or even entirely inaccessible. There are tons of cemented-over doorways and roadways in the city, and I bet there's some kind of tragic but fascinating story behind most of them.
On a completely unrelated note, I think we met briefly at Hidden Kitchen last Saturday night. I had a long conversation with your husband about his job and about my research before we sat down to dinner, and it was only today, looking at your blog, that I made the connection. I would have loved to have spent more time talking with you, so hopefully we'll run into each other again sometime!
Louis: Thanks for reading and commenting. But sorry, that wasn't me at the Hidden Kitchen. Ah the mystery!
Perhaps they forgot to attach the boîte? Or decided it wasn't necessary. I wonder if anyone ever tries to find the missing boîte?
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