I’m going to learn French in 60 days, uh 54. This time really. Bob’s cousins have offered him the use of their apartment in the Marais for the month of June, so I’m hitching a ride, escaping into fabulous pastries, long chats in cafes with burly French intellectuals, once-a-week-showers, perhaps a trip to the south, at least one Michelin 3-star restaurant, revisiting my favorite gardens, the Arab baths, and those incredible museums. I’ve been there several times over the years, but would love to hear of your favorite sites and experiences.
My French tutor, Chris (pronounced “KHLEEES”) is adorable, straight out of French Vogue with that just-got-out-of-bed-hairdo and five-day stubble. The most important phrase thus far, “I’ll have two of those, please.”