Also Sunday afternoon Estelle had a birthday party to go to. She was excited:
If I had any more energy I'd compliment these pictures with witty commentary, however, loading photos is all I can muster.Below, the "monte-meubles", the machine they used to get our stuff out of the apartment, over the balcony, and down 5 floors to the street where it was put in a truck.
This is what is looked like from the street:
He looks scary but he was really nice. He made a lot of jokes that I couldn't get. I laughed at each one to stay on his good side.
These "valises" are foam lined and it's what they used to move all our breakables - dishes, glass, lamps. Very cool. We didn't do a thing, no wrapping stuff in newspaper!
There's the owner waiting for the machine to descend with another load.
Just a sample of what the place looked like - this is part of Estelle's room.
There's the fridge about to make the plunge down.
Here's the chocolate cake we had after our lunch at the Brasserie in between the loading and the unloading. That's what you gotta lunch about the French - no eating cold cuts and chips on paper plates. No way. Take an hour and a half for a proper hot lunch, start to finish. And Pastis.
Here's the truck, after it was unloaded, driving away from the new place the wrong way down a one-way street. Love it.
A little video - not much, but you get the idea. Sorry the 2nd one of the fridge is horizontal.Today is a national holiday so Thomas is home and his parents are here for one more day.
No shots yet of the new place, can't find the box with the batteries.
Good news is the heat and hot water got turned on yesterday. And the new washer got delivered. Then Estelle threw-up all over in her bed at 10:30 p.m. last night. And I almost burned her in the bathtub cause I'm not used to the way the faucet is yet. Also we hadn't hooked the dishwasher up correctly thus had two huge floods in the kitchen, couldn't find the box with the rags, etc. You get the picture...... It's an adventure!
