Like in Paris the renovation in a small space without an outdoor work area means constant moving of things from one corner to the next. If one isn't methodical, a mess and misplace soon becomes nerve wracking. Unlike Paris there are three floors, with gapping holes in places where stairs will be, which at this point subtracts from the limiting space and makes each step mindful adding a crazy amount of effort.
The plaster walls will make the rough uneven walls smoother, not as straight nor streamline as I would like due to the old uneven stone walls,nevertheless they will look better. Unfortunately, I am not there to say yeah or nah to what is happening... I had wanted to be there as to see Renee's father work, he is a master at plaster. Of course I trust his talent, and I believe his eye is what I had in mind.
Sacha feels better then he did yesterday. His fever broke this morning, and he isn't throwing up. By tomorrow he should feel more like himself. When I came to Paris to be with him I did not think about this being "Easter Week" and the trains being full. The last I checked the earliest I can return home is Tuesday. Unforced motherhood decision means I will miss seeing Lieselotte and Dieter, miss French Husband on Easter Sunday, miss three major brocante fairs that only come twice a year, and miss seeing the apartment advance... though what is more important is the choice I made. So it is what it is and all is good... No Easter baskets as I left them at home and only a change of clothes.