Two new keys now work to give me access to my building. Like many things in this little French life, the process was not easy - especially because it took the better part of a snowy day back and forth from the 'artisanal' keymaker before the 25€ key actually worked. (In my frustration, I firmly asked for a reimboursement for the key which didn't work. The keymaker's response? He laughed at me. That's right. Not a laugh due to something funny I managed to mangle in French but a contemptuous, condescending laugh. Par for the course. Not one of my favorite parts of living as a mildly feminist American in a patriarchal culture....but I digress...)
The second key was made to order at my favorite quincaillerie* and both are now in fine working order. And it's a good thing because today's high is only going to be 36ºF and I don't want to spend one second more than necessary outside of that door. When I last checked, it was 26º and the 'feels like' temp was 17º. Which prompts this California girl to ask: Are those even temperatures?!?
Bon dimanche à tous!
Yours...cuddling with my lap-warmer, Bodhi,
ps: The flowers? My favorite Saturday ritual: le marché aux fleurs
* quincaillerie: hardware store