An ipad kinda weekend

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An excellent weekend was had.  And with the new ipad, I documented it each step of the way.

I found a terrific rendezvous-ready fall wardrobe at the Montreuil flea market for 10 euros.  Just where the peripherique crosses the line between eastern Paris and elsewhere, on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday, a gateway of tents will welcome you to Montreuil.  Although it does not have the same caliber of antiques and museum pieces as Marché aux Puces de Saint-Ouen, its prettier, more popular sister of a flea market, Les Puces de Montreuil is Paris’ least expensive destination for vintage clothes, bric-a-brac and a few hidden treasures. The selection is better earlier on in the weekend, but the prices are generally less expensive on Mondays. But be prepared to dig. Most of the stalls host plywood tables piled high with used clothing.  Loosely sorted by gender, most everything can be purchased for anywhere between 50 centimes to 10 euros.  A few booths have well-sorted vintage clothes, but they come at the same high prices of any vintage boutique in the Marais.  Strolling through the rest of the flea market as it parallels the expressway, find odds-and-ends, pots and pans, fabric, and a fine selection of Bob Marley cellphone covers. I was quite pleased to find a Max Mara blouse and a perfect pair of Levi’s, all for the price of a coffee au comptoir.  Invincible!

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Lunching and brunching with friends.  And a fleeting taste of summer with Reine Claude plums and concorde grapes.

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And a weekend staple, good old-fashioned bacon and eggs.

What were you up to this weekend?

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Seeing in Sepia

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The move into our new apartment has been postponed again.  In anticipation, our current place has become an urban development of cardboard boxes.  Although it may sound more romantic in writing, the only piece of furniture left in the living room is an ottoman. Luckily, we are still reaping the joys of being newlyweds, as we both happily squeeze on it together when using our computers.  I will always accept another excuse to work in bed, too.

Otherwise, the table is long-gone and I am without a workspace.  But I have formulated a staircase desk for all of my creative needs: one cardboard box for my computer, one for my watercolors, and another for the still life and/or snack of the hour.  The kitchen is another story.  The washing machine/counter came to the end of its life.  So any serious chopping requires appetizingly propping a cutting board on the garbage can.  Anyone wanna come over for dinner?

Admittedly, it has not been too bad.  Fewer plates means fewer to clean.  And I have ignorantly stashed away my banking paperwork into an unfindable box for the time being.  For the past four years, I have been living out of my suitcase.  And although it is that way at the moment, I am grateful that it is only temporary.