Mayday! Mayday! that’s Help! Help! What to pack for Paris?
Actually, “mayday” –the international cry for help is supposed to be given three times, but I didn’t want any rescue boats coming to the house—or whatever comes when people holler mayday. And, if you can believe it, (believe it) it comes from the French m’aider–which is “help me”. So, see, perfect lead into my topic.
Well, anyway, we’re going to Paris! And I’m wondering what to take, wear, do first, etc. My husband says I can take one suitcase. Ha, ha, ha, ha, and so forth . . .
No, he says, one suitcase.
So there you are—must plan a bit and can’t do my usual plan of taking everything and deciding when I get there!
Eight days–ten if you count flying, and I guess we do have to count flying. So, ten days.
A very easy solution would be to take the exact same wardrobe I took last time. Done!
Not so fast. It goes without saying that I still HAVE the same clothes—(never throw anything away). But–although the clothes are the same, I’m not.
When I went before, in 1999, I was a lithe, young, curvy, thin, attractive woman with a spring in my step and a foot without blisters. The thin young curvy part has changed into more of the shape of a tree trunk.
We have our work cut out for us as they say. Start sending in advice as soon as possible.
To be continued . . .