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!
Though we’ve been busy with moving-related business, we did get to relax in Valence over the weekend while Chantal was here. It was nice. It was our last time hanging out in Valence, since we sold our truck yesterday and are now officially without wheels. Yes! We’ve made it to the stage where the “lasts” are piling up.
Saturday, 11 May 2013. Last time hanging out in Valence (while we live here in France, anyway)
Saturday, 11 May 2013. Last time hanging out in Valence (while we live here in France, anyway)
So, the movers are coming today, and then we’re going back down to the French Riviera for (another!) last visit with family and friends before we leave. And after we get back, we’ll sit here in the forest with no car and no stuff and try to sell everything that’s not going with the movers today. Or we might give stuff away, if people would be willing to come out to the boondocks to get it. Here’s a picture I took of our house when we went for a hike with Benedicte (when she came to visit) a few weeks ago:
Our little house! We live in the upper right corner of the building.
Little House in the Rhone-Alpes! (Just imagine the accent circumflex over that “o.” I don’t have my French keyboard with me right now).
That Asian-Looking Chick 