It’s Armistice Day today. A sad holiday of remembrance. But man, am I happy to be home.
I went to the gym this morning and had another funny/surreal aerobics class with French men bouncing around to Estelle and Coldplay in white tank tops and black tube socks.
Then I hit up rue Montorgueil for some fresh bread and veggies from the markets. Still working on that sugar detox.
Now, I am devoting myself to writing and just enjoying being home in my treehouse with Milo, with no crazy agenda. Laundry and blogging are hardly exciting or sexy things to do on a day off. But I get a sick pleasure out of days like these.