Caroline in Paris

Last week I got the broad outline for the book I’m ghosting–it’s almost like being a useful member of society again. It certainly makes me feel more justified in seeking “me time,” and so I’m keeping an eye out for good cafés to go sit and type at. I think that the change of scenery will help, and besides, even when the dogs are exhausted (which is where I’ve been working to keep them lately), they tend to both force their way onto my lap from opposite sides until my screen turns into one giant typo. So I have some candidates, but it’s tricky with my criteria:

1) Tables big enough for my sizable computer,

2) Enough room that said computer won’t be spilled on or jostled,

3) Non-scary restrooms,

4) A menu including vin chaud, Perrier, and Sancerre (either blanc or rosé would be acceptable), and

5) No more than a two-minute walk from our apartment.

Kristina introduced me to a place that miraculously had 1-4 earlier this week, but 15-20 minutes by public transportation…I don’t know. From what I understand about writing in Paris, cafés are supposed to be in vogue because they’re so convenient. That doesn’t sound all that convenient to me; maybe I’ll just have to work my way outward in a sort of a spiral until I give up and just go to the place next door, which has everything except big tables. It’s never crowded, so I could probably use two…hm.

Let this be the most difficult part.