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I got in trouble today. Beccarah was a bit upset that I hadn't posted any more photos. So, I threw some more up on flickr in no particular order. Have at it. There are so many more but I am just waiting for the laundry to finsh and then am on my way to bed. Way to big of a beast for me to tackle this evening.

Meanwhile, I am starting to see food at the supermarket with expiration dates that are on or after my flight out of Paris. In other words: departure is imminent.

I got very sad about the whole thing while on the bus today, peering out at the familiar streets knowing that I might not see them again for a long, long time. I suddenly want to rush to Belleville to eat some bad Chinese food and then speed off to the Marais to sit in a cafe for awhile before zipping up to Montmartre to walk along the quiet residential streets just one last time. Of course, most of this won't happen because a) I have a baby to take care of and b) I have a move to plan. Oh, and c) I am usually too tired to be bothered. But, but. While on the bus, I do have moments of wanting to breathe in this city fully before leaving. I know Paris won't go anywhere, and it will change little in my absence. But I also know that I will change in the meantime, and I would like to just freeze my life as it is right now so that I can take it out and look at it again whenever I please. I guess that's what a photo is for, but it would seem very odd to have photos of all the Parisian streets that hold my memories. There are just way, way too many.