Thursday · Popularity: 25% · my life in france
Friday the 13th and Boxes
I venture quickly in the early AM to the market and back home to wait for our boxes. Late morning we are told they are in customs now and would be delivered Monday or Tuesday, next week. David pleaded to get them delivered this afternoon and they said they would try??
It’s 4:30PM. My intercom rings. I answer and it is TNT Express with our shipment. I push the key to unlock the lobby door telling the rustling below and assume he is making our delivery via the elevator.
I’m so excited! What’s taking so long? Out of curiosity, I gaze out my front bedroom window to the street to see if he is unloading them, only to see the truck driving away. I phone David and after several phone calls to the company, we find the driver refused to deliver to the 3rd floor. They say he no longer has a job????
Thursday · Popularity: 29% · my life in france
Market Day
A great market day. I looked forward to it and even bought long stem beautiful, red gladiolus for 20F ($4 USD). David took the RER to Versailles in hopes of completing the last step toward out being legal here in Paris. He did not complete this task as government offices were under reconstruction, some were closed and others couldn’t communicate.
So back to the office and Louis submitted our request for a residence card thru this IBM contacts. Our boxes shipped from the U.S. on Tuesday, 9/3 will not arrive until next Thrusday (12th). We’re anxiously awaiting our American goodies.
Thursday · Popularity: 37% · my life in france
David flew to Madrid, Spain. This was one of those quick trips so I didn’t go. Still raining today but I have the urge to roam the streets - there must be a bargain somewhere.
Friday, July 26, 1991
Market day. I’m getting good at this. One of the ladies who has vegetables there recognizes me from the first time and proceeds to speak a little English for me. There are lots of vegetable, meat, fish, etc. booths and you just sort of pick one you like.
As I was glancing over the pork area at one booth, a kind gentlemen began to speak in French. When he realized I didn’t understand him, he apologized for not speaking English. He was very jovial and with sign language and a few mixed words, I managed to buy protraine fumee (bacon) and jambon (ham).
Other stores along the streets seem to post more specials on market days and I even manage to buy a few Christmas gifts at prices I could almost afford.