Bonne Annee! The Champs Elysees was full! The street was literally person to person from one side to the other and from the Rond Point up to the Arc de Triomphe. I know this not because I was there. Heaven forbid for an introvert. No, I watched on television, with my sponge cake from Marks and Spencer’s and my glass of champagne. (I am getting quite good at opening champagne!) Paris did this last year too. They project scenes on the Arc de Triomphe. Gosh, the French are good at these light shows. I have seen them on many cathedrals and it is simply spectacular.
Except. This year on the Arc they had some dorky cartoony story with a cat and baguette and other Paris icons. But at midnight the fireworks exploded. At that point, I looked out my window for the show. Did I tell you how I realized that I can see the top of the Arc from my window? So I had a nice view down the street for the festivities.
There was a party in the building. The neighbor below me knocked on doors to warn everyone. She should have invited us too, but hey… In fact, even with the windows open, they were pretty quiet. Still, I didn’t’ get to bed until 130.
Numerology anyone? I dabble in it. My birth number is 11. Aha! You don’t reduce 11, 22, 33 etc. They are considered Master numbers. OK so I don’t know quite what that means, but it sounds impressive. 2018 is an 11 also. So I am feeling good about this year coming up.