How la vie and our Paris adventure are the same

Once you start getting the hang of it, it’s time to move on.
Our elevator is fixed and the water is on. We’ve got our
Metro routes figured out and have established our
favorite foods and kinds of food places for the trip.
My French may have regressed, but I keep trying.
We’ve gone to lots of cool places. La vie est jolie!
So it’s adieu in another day, assuming strikers are
not blockading access roads to Charles de Gaulle and
the planes have fuel and the sky doesn’t fall.
Did you ever read about Crictor the boa constrictor
and his beloved Madame Bodot who walks him in
the Parc Monceau? We walked in Parc Monceau
this morning and it was a thrill to tread where
Crictor slithered. Lovely park, though the swings
for toddlers cost 1 euro per 5 minutes, among other
constrictions.
We visited one of the always charming official
Paris museums. They are all free. The Musee
Cernuschi is the City Asian art museum. A giant
Buddha had us photographing every angle.
And I have been reminded of another book:
In an old house in Paris that was covered
with vines/lived 12 little girls in two straight lines…
the youngest one was ___________ (you know that!)
She goes off in the night in an ambulance. At one point
I thought I might have to and did visit a Paris medical
clinic; paid my 22 euros to see a doctor like everyone
else. It was just a bad cold. No ambulance needed.
Everything is still chouette.