{"id":1342,"date":"2014-07-27T06:16:14","date_gmt":"2014-07-27T13:16:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.talkinggrid.com\/?p=1342"},"modified":"2014-07-27T06:20:20","modified_gmt":"2014-07-27T13:20:20","slug":"upon-arrival-paris-fraus-dreams","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/talkinggrid.com\/dev\/upon-arrival-paris-fraus-dreams\/","title":{"rendered":"Upon Arrival in The Paris of Frau’s Dreams!"},"content":{"rendered":"

On Thursday… I think this is the first day I was here. I arrived early and exhausted, having guzzled entirely too much Champagne on the plane and barfed several times before landing. I even left my hot pink mobil on the plane and had to turn around when I was already on line to customs and the man, my seat mate, travel buddy, who may have kissed me on the lips, after my first few glasses, departed leaving me his telephone number scribbled on his plane ticket.<\/p>\n

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Fortunately, I got my phone back, took a taxi, and made it to sleek and immaculate Hotel Pullman<\/a>, in view of the Eiffel tower. At first the room looked tiny; the balcony, a joke. I began to unpack and put my swollen right foot (which ALMOST caused me not to travel, to chicken out on this seminal voyage… which would have been really terrible) up. In contrast to my expectations, I waited for Hartmuth to arrive before venturing out. As I rested the room grew bigger, unfolding into a lovely well-furnished space to spend a few days. I read one of the many guide books, short stories, and novels I\u2019d hauled cross country and the Atlantic Ocean. I floated off into jet-lagged sleep and when my husband arrived I was dressed and ready to venture out.<\/p>\n

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Frau Kolb is in bliss\/shock to arrive in Paris!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Slipping out of the Hotel Pullman, onto the Paris street, \u201cGustave Eiffel,\u201d we walked like jet-lagged in love zombies, hand-in-hand to the monument. Seeing it up close for the first time is quite the shock. It is so beautiful. \u00a0She is perfect. \u00a0I love grids and she is the grid going to town. She is divine. She. \u201cLa Tour,\u201d they call her because she is undeniably a lady, a lady that loves her visitors, and welcomes all from every corner of the planet to drool over her long and lovely legs. We did not have the strength to climb La Tour immediately. Our bodies demanded nourishment. Thus, we pushed forward a few steps and went to the Cafe Champs de Mars<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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We ordered, \u201cDeux Coupe Champagne,\u201d pate, and escargot. Tears of joy, washed down my face as I took my first sip since barfing on the plane to Paris. I was HOME. I was living the dream, inside the picture, which I\u2019d carried in my head of Paris, made complete by the handsome French waiter, in white dress shirt black vest and neck tie, everyone dresses better in Paris…. even the homeless show so traces of style. My husband squeezed my hand and kissed me. I relaxed and took a sip of sparkling water, feeling blessed to finally be an American in Paris. I\u2019ve dreamed of this very thing, my entire life. So far, there was nothing but bliss in being here. Puking and swollen foot aside… Frau Kolb has arrived. \u00a0Paris embraces. Frau melts into a happy pat of Parisian sidewalk joy, nibbling on a chewy (delicious) snail (thank you snail for giving me your LIFE) in butter and herbs.<\/p>\n

Merci!<\/p>\n

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