(Happily) Buried in Boxes

Yesterday brought the long-awaited moment when everything we own arrived from France.

Luckily, I found three guys in the parking lot.  Three VERY NICE guys.




They were happy to help carry all the boxes, bins and suitcases up three flights of stairs to our apartment. Then we brought everything inside…






…and out on the balcony, and in the storage closet….




Nounours made himself scarce during the upheaval, but Ronnie James made himself at home.




See you Monday, when I shall emerge with actual text!

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