We had a hectic five-week visit back home. Although we’re not sure what to call home anymore. It was nice to see a bit of Canadian snow shortly after we arrived. Especially since we knew we wouldn’t have to put up with months of it. I confess, it did look pretty.
Even driving was fine – with only an inch on the road – and knowing we wouldn’t have to do it every day.
The tree below was in the Montreal suburb of LaSalle – and left us wondering how they were able to hang the lights at the top?
While we got in one scenic drive, the rest of our time was non-stop: getting an eye exam, seeing the dentist, rewriting wills, getting married, sharing meals with friends, draining stale gas from our cars and adding fuel stabilizer (Who knows when they’d be used again?), packing up my apartment (Silly to be paying rent for two apartments when neither is being used.). The list went on and on – and was only half-completed before our flight back to Paris.
Unlike the deserted airports we passed through five weeks earlier, this time they were packed. It took an hour-and-a-half before we left CDG airport. It seemed everyone was traveling before the next certain-to-be-imposed travel restrictions went into effect.
We, once again, had a delicious dinner with Dave and Becky onboard their barge Wanderlust.
As you can see, the view from Wanderlust’s wheelhouse is magnificent. We hope to have the same view next winter. While in Paris, we met with the Capitaine of the Arsenal marina – hoping he’d tell us we’ve been accepted. Unfortunately, no decision yet. He told us he’d let us know by spring. I cannot think of a nicer place to spend Christmas. We spent the night in a hotel in Paris and caught an early morning TGV. Minutes after arriving in Auxonne, we got our third anti-COVID shot – in preparation for the next step of our Pre-Christmas tour.