Last weekend set out to be boring. My birthday was April 2 (Good Friday!), but I accepted a rush job to do over the weekend, and Sweetie wasn't feeling well, so we decided to postpone the celebration. Usually with us, "postpone" means "we're never going to do it," but I'm going to hold him to his promise to take me out to dinner.
I was having a hard time concentrating on the rush translation. I don't know why. Usually I find multilayer structures for photovoltaic applications fascinating, but this time my eyes kept glazing over, and I was worried about Sweetie. Fortunately, I was invited to an Easter brunch, and I made enough progress beforehand that I was able to go.
I almost didn't make it. I was sure the work at Odéon métro station was finished by then; I mean, they started months ago. But the train passed through without stopping. Well, I guess I'm not going to transfer there, I thought. So I went a few more stops and then backtracked to Les Halles station, which I usually try to avoid. Anyway, I was about 35 minutes late, but someone else showed up at the same time (yes!).
I met some new, very cool people, ate some good food (including homemade banana-coconut milk ice cream, with chocolate sauce and candied pecans; can you tell I'm a dessert person?), and had some interesting conversations. Most of us were expats, so a lot of the conversation focused on renewing residence cards and stuff like that. I also learned a term that I've never heard before from the sole French person there: "Passover" is "Pâque juive" in French. Since Easter is "Pâques," this sounds like "Jewish Easter."