On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…an apartment in Paris.
Well, since it’s the last day of my list, it’s time for a big finish. As a Francophile of enormous passion, it’s time for the ultimate move – my own chez moi in the City of Light. I checked the advice at French Entrée; Santa’s goal is to find an apartment that meets the trifecta of geography, a view, and architecture. First, geography – the recommendation is to go with Paris Ouest or the Marais. Since I love each of those neighborhoods, I’m OK with that suggestion. Second, a view – the Eiffel Tower is obviously prime real estate, but other important monuments or a view of the Seine score points as well. This, too, is just fine with me. Third, architecture – the building should be beautiful, perhaps Haussmanian or Art Nouveau. Beauty works for me. They suggest a couple of properties that Santa might like to consider – a gracious, spacious apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower for 2.55 million Euros, or a smaller Marais charmer with a mezzanine level and an interior courtyard for 1.4 million Euros. Santa, I’d be delighted with either one.
Today’s expression, trouver chaussure à son pied (troovay showsoor ah sohn peeay) means “to find [the] shoe for the foot,” in other words, to find one’s best match. I have ultimate confidence in Santa that he’ll find the best match for me in a Paris apartment. But will it fit under the tree?
For all 12 days of Christmas:
11. Hermès scarf