Wednesday, September 7, 2011 Hunting Season
We spent the entire day traipsing through Paris, again, trying to find the allusive apartment for rent - but this time we did it with a broker. Magically, doors open and available apartments appear. There is a process to everything here, and if you stray from that deeply engrained processed, you don't get far. I am learning, slowly.
On another note, I wrapped this scarf, a gift from my grandma, around me all day for good luck. When she sent it to me, there was my name in her cursive writing on a small, ripped piece of paper with a seamstress' pin attaching it to the scarf. I can imagine many ways in which she found the scarf and decided to give it to me, but I won't drag on.