Paris, je t’aime.
Because here I…
Walk through parks to get home, see baguettes poking out of children’s schools bags, put mustard on everything, greet people with kisses, am surrounded by enticing countries, get to hear and speak a romance language, am audience to accordion players on the metro, pass buildings from the 18th century, drink more wine than oj, see more smart cars than I thought existed, find patisseries on every street, frequently spot Yorkshire Terriers, walk on cobblestone, borrow bikes for free, can live the life of both tourist and resident.
But, Paris, there are some things that confuse me.
Why oh why…
Are there no lids for the pots? Do we store milk and eggs in the cupboard? Does positive-reinforcement not exist? Does everyone smoke? Are the tp rolls so small? Does every male, female, adult and child look ready to be captured by the paparazzi? Is it so expensive? Do we eat dinner at 21h? Do we even call it 21h? Is cheese so delicious?
Heartily yours.
ames- this is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyou have pastries on every corner and i have falafel. let's send each other care-packages?
ps: milk in the cupboard? (and i thought egypt was a little slow on sanitation...)
still. wow.
Your photos are beautiful. I am assuming their yours. If they're not, don't tell me. They're great.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I enjoy your writing
Your writing is wonderful
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