in two

In exactly two months we will begin our epic journey across the world, home.

to say the word and not mean
(our tiny, quaint parisian-suburbs granny flat, but)
in the great wide land
bush lands, rolling hills, scrub,
sea side, blue sky, familiar stars,
heat, ash, thunder,
streets and houses
known like the back of my hand,
my sisters, my kin, my dear friends,
pearl tea, falafels, cheddar,
city where I was born,
met my husband,
ocean I was baptised in,
room where my child was conceived,
hill I rode my first bicycle down,
magnolia tree I have climbed in,
ah, yes, there -
that place -

I wonder what it will be like to hear and see and speak english in public everyday, everywhere again, at first, I suspect, it might feel overwhelming loud and obvious. I have become accustomed to a kind of gentle fuzz of incomprehension, you see... I can only describe the feeling as a kind of numbing of the senses - my ears strain to listen (and understand), my mouth fumbles over verb and phase, my eyes adjust to the newness of life mundane and beautiful...

And, after months of struggling at times with homesickness or culture-fatigue, I am beginning to feel that prickly sense of sadness at leaving this faraway place, here. I have drawn up a wish-list of sorts - of things I think we really to try ought to do (or really, just, would like to do) while we live here on the outer suburbs of Paris - knowing we will most probably never live here again...

-eat a lot of good french bread and butter (and fresh goats cheese and walnuts)
-picnic by the river Seine
-picnic in the park (with grotto)
-picnic in the shadow of the eiffel tower
-gaze at some of marc chagall's painted beauties
-wander through the french fabric district (and find some unlike-anything-else yards of cotton)
-have a bistro meal, just my love and me
-visit the enormous rambling antique markets in the 20th
-eat ripe raspberries off our fingers
-cook with pigeon
-cook with fresh artichokes
-visit some fancy boulangeries: 
-stock up on some extravagant but much-more-affordable here french epicerie items to take home
(like pure ground vanilla beans, beeswax, goodnight tea, chesnut puree, truffle oil, creme de violet)
-buy some provencal linen spray
-ride on a river ferry
-have a solo excursion to ride a bicycle and eat brioche...
-get in the photobooth
-walk, wander, drift
-oh, did I mention eat good french butter?

I wonder, if you have been to this fair old city what did you like to do best, or if you have never been, what would you love to do?

A bien tot et bon weekend,