Friday, September 13

I check out of my apartment and into the hotel. We have one last dinner in Paris.

It's 7:30 am here in Paris. Baptiste, my landlord's assistant, is coming at 11 am to check me out of my apartment. So I need to get busy packing and cleaning! Then I drag my suitcases down to the hotel where the kids are staying on rue Monge for one last night in Paris. Our flight home leaves at Noon tomorrow.

Baptiste arrived on time and I checked out of the apartment. Got the security deposit back and paid for the electricity I used this summer. The kids and I had lunch at La Contrescarpe and did our last shopping on the mouf. Then we came back to the hotel and I checked in. I'm resting this afternoon. Later we'll all get together for one more dinner in Paris.

When Baptiste checked me out I told him that I got a grade of quinze virgule dix (15.10) in my class. He gave me the exact same expression that François did up in Normandy, raised his eyebrows the exact same number of millimeters, and in exactly the same tone of voice said "Pas mal!" So funny. He and Jeremy and I walked down rue Rollin and down the stairs together to where he had left his Vélib. Nice guy.

The view from my hotel room balcony above rue Monge. That's the spire of Notre Dame in the distance.

We've always loved the old Calvin and Hobbes comics in my family. Here's a present Andrea got for me in Paris. Calvin et Hobbes in French. Wonderful!

Andrea and I were surfing the net looking for a new restaurant close to the hotel for our last dinner. We came across a possible candidate over on rue Descartes. We went to TripAdvisor to read reviews. The first one made it sound like a nice place:

We had lunch on a beautiful Sunday afternoon at the restaurant. The location is wonderful, it is a very pretty street, in a building with lots of history (Verlaine and Hemingway lived there). The restaurant is beautiful, comfortable and with fair prices. We note that is also frequented by Parisians. The food is very tasty. The service is very good. The waiters are kind and the owner, Mr. Nikos, is extremely friendly and kind. He sat with us and wanted to learn our language. (Portuguese). Definitely recommended. Excellent experience! Deo e Raquel

Yes, that Deo and Raquel! What are the chances? So of course we went there.

We had fun playing the "who's French and who's not?" game. But it's really too easy.

All three of us were so tired. We were too tired to even talk during dinner. Time to go home, I think!

Very cold, rainy, and disagreeable tonight in Paris. Is she trying to kick me out?

There were some poems by Verlaine printed in the menu, including this favorite, Il pleure dans mon coeur (It rains in my heart). It was appropriate for the evening and for my leaving Paris.

Il pleure dans mon coeur
Comme il pleut sur la ville.
Quelle est cette langueur
Qui pénêtre mon coeur ?

O bruit doux de la pluie
Par terre et sur les toits !
Pour un coeur qui s’ennuie,
O le chant de la pluie !

Il pleure sans raison
Dans ce coeur qui s’écoeure.
Quoi ! nulle trahison ?
Ce deuil est sans raison.

C’est bien la pire peine
De ne savoir pourquoi,
Sans amour et sans haine,
Mon coeur a tant de peine.

Here's an English translation that I found on the net:

It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town,
What languor so dark
That it soaks to my heart?

Oh sweet sound of the rain
On the earth and the roofs!
For the dull heart again,
Oh the song of the rain!

It rains for no reason
In this heart that lacks heart.
What? And no treason?
It’s grief without reason.

By far the worst pain,
Without hatred, or love,
Yet no way to explain
Why my heart feels such pain!