There are no granny panties in Paris

I just got back from our local grocery store, Monoprix, and the way the store is set up, you walk through the clothes and lingerie area to get to the food. So, I'm passing through the lingerie area (which always confuses me as to where you pay for what items) and I'm noticing just that, only very lacy lingerie. The french love their lingerie. I should also mention that there's a high end lingerie shop on every corner here. I don't think you would ever come across anything cotton. It just gave me giggles.

I went to lunch this afternoon with another BCG wife. It was so nice to meet someone here. Yesterday was a rough day for me. I had a mini breakdown at dinner and cried. Its just Paris; its not like I moved to Beijing. You would think it would be really easy to get around here, but its so hard when you can't communicate with people. I just figured out where the garbage goes last night...which is behind many doors in a labyrith in the basement. I'm just feeling very disconnected and I had an unproductive day yesterday. I also feel a little bad while I haven't really accomplished anything in a day.

So, on a brighter note - Sales start next week in Paris. Apparently it's government mandated and all of the high end stores have sales. So - I'm excited just to walk into some of these stores.