We are currently wrapping our last couple days in Paris. I'm trying to hastily do everything I neglected for the last 10 months. Tea at the mosque, reading on the steps in Montmartre, trying to discover the 1000 little alleyways I might have missed. Every day I have decided to try to eat at a new cafe or restaurant. I am trying to soak as much of Paris up before it's gone.

The recent attacks and August vacation every French person takes, have left the city strangely empty and open for me to explore. I've found myself especially gravitating towards the center and the river. I love to wander around the little side streets, get gelato and watch the sun set over the river.

This last month we spent 2 weeks in Corsica with Céline's family. It's a quirky place that contains a certain mythic quality to the french imagination. The thing that made the greatest impression on me were the drivers. They are insane. The roads are curvy to deal with the mountainous terrain. Despite this, they never slow down and so many times we watched as they passed in s-curves at 50 mph. It turns out all the French really needed to do to conquer Corsica was give them cars.

Celine is done with test taking and is working on research for her doctorate back home. Her 30th birthday party celebration is this Saturday and I'm supposedly in charge of the food. I'm afraid it will be something last minute(read bbq). We're hoping to spend some time together travelling if we can convince someone to watch Gael.

Gael is pinballing off of every surface. He desperately needs other kids to play with and activities planned. We take him to the park as often as we can, but we need to find a few more play dates(to bad tinder for baby playdates doesn't exist). We're crossing our fingers for the right daycare in Seattle.

I'm going to try to keep this newsletter going even after the move. Hoping everyone is staying cool,

Cowabunga dude,

DJ