I’m a big fan of doing nothing. Which I can do because: no kids (they grew up) no pets (they died of old age). I have my groceries delivered, have multiple ice trays in the freezer, and multiple fans blowing air around and on me at all times. In the dark… if I HAVE to go out, it will be before 10am, and no, I don’t want to go hear music in an underground jazz club. Thanks.
I’m a part time Parisienne who just survived my first canicule and I brought only lightweight and breathable, but LONG dresses with me this summer. After two days I had to go get the smallest dress I could find just to survive. I have lived in LA and I have lived in the Southeast, but that last week of June here is the most miserable I have ever been temps wise. I only felt okay when I wasn’t moving and eating ice cubes with ice packs on my body in front of our mobile AC unit.
Not sure about LA, but trust me, 115 in the valley was bleedin’ miserable… and 100 in the 91320 was enough to beat a retreat up to Ventura and the coast…
I have now had 5 months of marveling, "Oh, Toulouse, the pink city, all brick, how pretty" and one month of internally shouting, "You know what is also all brick? A PIZZA OVEN."
Side note, I am convinced the ridiculous success of spritzes has nothing to do with Aperol or Saint Germain, it's because it's the only drink that comes with enough ice cubes.
Hahaha that’s how I feel about walking around town. Like, what is so different about me and a roast chicken in this moment? How are you different from a pizza, if you’re hot enough?
I've hit another low on the 39C degree day: find anywhere to swim even if it's basically the Seine. I saw online that there was a spot where you can swim in Marne before it connects to the Seine and that apparently its... clean enough? Sold. Had to break the no metro rule to get there tho.
We’re still figuring out where to land and I’m concerned we’re glossing over the reality of extreme heat. Husband disagrees. So it’s hot for a few weeks, he says. 🙄 I have an image in my head of talking to him on his deathbed and saying “It’s not that bad, love.” I said if he really thinks it’s not a big deal we should just say screw it and move to Provence, 40 degrees and mistrals be damned. NO.
FYI, it was cooler in Provence, at least at my house, during the last canicule than Paris. It’s all the concrete, large boulevards without shade trees…it’s just soaking up all that heat.
"If leaning into it doesn’t help, I’d recommend complaining. That seemed to help do the trick last time." And this is why I keep reading everything you write
I’m a big fan of doing nothing. Which I can do because: no kids (they grew up) no pets (they died of old age). I have my groceries delivered, have multiple ice trays in the freezer, and multiple fans blowing air around and on me at all times. In the dark… if I HAVE to go out, it will be before 10am, and no, I don’t want to go hear music in an underground jazz club. Thanks.
I’m a part time Parisienne who just survived my first canicule and I brought only lightweight and breathable, but LONG dresses with me this summer. After two days I had to go get the smallest dress I could find just to survive. I have lived in LA and I have lived in the Southeast, but that last week of June here is the most miserable I have ever been temps wise. I only felt okay when I wasn’t moving and eating ice cubes with ice packs on my body in front of our mobile AC unit.
Right? Also I don’t understand how 115 in LA is somehow less painful than 100 in Paris. I’m guessing moisture.
It’s the humidity (or humidité 😎) that makes it feel so miserable, as this impacts the body’s ability to cool itself through sweating.
Stay cool mes potes…
Not sure about LA, but trust me, 115 in the valley was bleedin’ miserable… and 100 in the 91320 was enough to beat a retreat up to Ventura and the coast…
I’m at the “Hold Still “ stage, and will be for the rest of the coming 2 weeks. Bon courage!
I have now had 5 months of marveling, "Oh, Toulouse, the pink city, all brick, how pretty" and one month of internally shouting, "You know what is also all brick? A PIZZA OVEN."
Side note, I am convinced the ridiculous success of spritzes has nothing to do with Aperol or Saint Germain, it's because it's the only drink that comes with enough ice cubes.
Hahaha that’s how I feel about walking around town. Like, what is so different about me and a roast chicken in this moment? How are you different from a pizza, if you’re hot enough?
I found Toulouse too hot in the early 90s. I can only imagine these days...
LOL “empathy for how a poulet roti feels”. I hadn’t thought of that but totally feel it now. 😅
Now you’ll always notice when you are literally cooking.
I've hit another low on the 39C degree day: find anywhere to swim even if it's basically the Seine. I saw online that there was a spot where you can swim in Marne before it connects to the Seine and that apparently its... clean enough? Sold. Had to break the no metro rule to get there tho.
Oooo how was the water though, was it refreshing?
We’re still figuring out where to land and I’m concerned we’re glossing over the reality of extreme heat. Husband disagrees. So it’s hot for a few weeks, he says. 🙄 I have an image in my head of talking to him on his deathbed and saying “It’s not that bad, love.” I said if he really thinks it’s not a big deal we should just say screw it and move to Provence, 40 degrees and mistrals be damned. NO.
FYI, it was cooler in Provence, at least at my house, during the last canicule than Paris. It’s all the concrete, large boulevards without shade trees…it’s just soaking up all that heat.
"If leaning into it doesn’t help, I’d recommend complaining. That seemed to help do the trick last time." And this is why I keep reading everything you write
Yes, I know there was a typo in the subtitle. It's fixed on the web version.