Honey, we’re home
After being awake for the last 23+ hours, I don’t have much to offer than this cheese spaetzle from the Munich airport sports bar that pales in comparison to the American recreation that I eat at our local East German restaurant.
We woke up at 6am Paris time to be on the metro by 7:30 for the airport and our 11:35 flight home via the above lunch stop. The highlight of that three-hour layover was seeing Kris who’s planted a tiny little marathon seed in my head (but there remains the mystery of the sore foot).
The long flight back to San Francisco was made shorter by knitting and movies. I couldn’t have thought of better films to ease the transition back to reality and underline the Paris part of our honeymoon.
- First up, Coco Avant Chanel. A French language biopic with everyone’s favorite mignone, Audrey Tatou, aka Amélie. What’s Frencher than that?
- Next, Julie & Julia. Given that so much of my trip was food-centered and driven by blogger recommendations, this was a visual delicasy, even for this vegaquarian.
- Lastly, The Time Traveler’s Wife which was nowhere near as good as the book. Knowing the intensity of the love story from the original source, I sobbed nonetheless.
There was still more time for films, but neither The Soloist and The Taking of Pelham 123 speak to our time there, although I’d love to hear cello in Paris ans we did ride the subway—but that’s a bit of a stretch.
One thing we’ve talked about to keep this trip alive is weekly Paris movies. Not quite the same sentiment, but I’m thinking La Femme Nikita and Diva. Do you have any Frenchie favorites?