Enough doom and gloom. There's still no gas at the pump at one-quarter of French gas stations and no clear understanding of how the politics will play out but the metro and buses were running fine yesterday morning and the ticket writers and garbagemen were hard at work. Plus those gray clouds (not just the figurative ones) rolled back, leading to a brilliant display of sunshine on the buildings in my quartier.
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.