Jul in Paris: part one...

I've got so much to tell as I've had so much to do but as it is nearly 2 AM, I am exhausted, so it will have to be later.

But, be prepared for details of No Harry Potter, miniKnots and the Usurpers, more Louise Attaque to come, possible new French Friends, a sick dog and Gingerbread housemaking plans, and then Harry Potter et La Coupe de Feu (in English). Plus lingonberries, pepparkakor, and knackebrød, and Gløgg and meatballs as a snack, of course. And then Indian food, because who doesn't move to Paris to eat Lamb Rogan Josh? And then, there is the wine and cheese tasting. Some weird, some wonderful, all enjoyed (save for the wine bottle that had gone bad--but at least I know what that tastes like now. Like wine mixed with Deep Woods Off.)

I may regale you with tales of a cheese bathed in beer and dusted with paprika (weird but I loved it!), one with a layer of ash with the slightly scary name "Morbier" (I admit, I already had some in my fridge), and a divine favorite that I want to spread on everything. I mean everything. If you put it on rubber galoshes, I would eat them.

Plans this weekend include the Salon Saveur (more wine, cheese, and random nummies to taste!), and of course, Harry Potter again. (Because, I couldn't wait for my friends and had to go early at the Grand Écran. Shame on me!) Plus other things, and possibly another trip to get a gingerbread house kit because Dr. B wants to decorate a gingerbread house, too, and is jealous of my girls because I only bought one kit. (Can you believe I would think to assemble a candy house with an 8 and 10-year old, and not a 32-year old with a PhD???)

So, are you utterly confused? Yes, it really is 2 AM in Paris.