Well, we arrived in Paris without any bumps, until we were settled in the apartment, which, by the way, is gorgeous. Such a glorious day too. Bright sun and warm. When we arrived the host was there to meet us and give us keys and directions, etc. She was also kind enough to bring a cake for us, and no sooner had the door closed did David ask me to break open the box and dive in. Now, I will alway refer to this as Molo’s revenge. Many of you may have heard the story of David going to my Mother’s memorial service. It was in NY, and we flew up to Albany and at the airport in DC, David got a bagel, and as soon as he bit into it, his front teeth came out. David used to make fun of my Mother for her dental issues, when they would occur – you know, those times when you have a temporary tooth and it is a little off?
Well, tonight, David took a bite of the cake, and his front teeth came out. Quel dommage, as they say! So, we had our first Parisian adventure going to the SOS Dentaire. I was a bit scared because I worried about whether the dentist would be able to speak English, and we all know my French is almost non existent! Well, he didn’t speak English, and we were able to actually talk a bit. We also had a visit from a neighbor upstairs – the sister of the woman who owns the apartment. She dropped off some plants for the garden. Then we ran into the neighbor across the way (no relation) on our way out for a walk and again on our way to the dentist. He was being very nice and helpful, but I couldn’t understand a thing he was saying. Well, I did get his instructions about opening the door and where the light was for when we got back, so I guess my French isn’t non-existent, just really bad.
So, to end tonight, I will treat you to two pictures, one of toothless David and one of David in the garden enjoying some wine and cheese. I will also add to that a selfie that I took.
