Tag: Paris

Lights

If I lived in Paris, I would never close the windows. The traffic noise below my apartment would become the soundtrack of my early mornings, my lazy afternoons, and my midnight snacks. My apartment would be old with generations of white paint, brass knobs, and creaky floors. During winter or rain, I’d make tea in…

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Hood

  Next week is Thanksgiving. I could write about the disgusting commercialism that is trying to rob me of my Thanksgiving season while thrusting me into bad pop Christmas carols, but that’s so several blog posts ago. Instead, it hailed. I walked Jack through his wash this morning. Smokey sky and cover-my-hands chilly. I almost didn’t go,…

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Snag

I left pieces of myself in Paris. Some of them I won’t miss, others I am finding as I start to unpack my bag that spent an extra day in the Detroit airport, but there is a piece of me that I’m not seeing anywhere.  I’m a little panicked because I need this piece,  it’s…

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Coat Strings

I never feel more like a rat in a maze than I do in a Metro or subway system. Don’t get me wrong, there’s an energy.  So many different kinds of people moving en mass, all with different agendas, it’s electric, but the the underground shuffle is a soulless place.  There’s very little eye contact,…

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Straw Hat

Hemingway called Paris a “movable feast.” I’m not really a Hemingway fan, but when he says, “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris … then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast,”  I have to agree. There is something about…

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Cashmere Blanket

It seems like planes shouldn’t be able to fly. I’m not an engineer or plane designer, or whatever college major builds planes, but as a passenger I cross my fingers because it really looks a bit impossible. They are too big, too bulky, they rattle around at crazy speeds and then…glide as if they weighed…

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French Cuff

I couldn’t live in Paris. Apart from the fact that I don’t speak French, I just wouldn’t be able to live my day to day there. It’s too much for daily life. My senses would be lavished all the time. The food, the views, the art, the beautiful people, the monuments. My God, even a…

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