If we were having coffee, I would ask you to come to my house. I would set out a table full of cookies (or biscuits as the English and French would say) and talk about how confusing the Paris weather has been. This morning it was raining and this afternoon it decided to be sunny and slightly warm. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee: Art, Presentation and Doubt”
One of my favorite gardens is in the center of Paris, tucked away from the hustle of the city, is the Jardin du Palais Royal. There are plenty of cafes to stop by and drink a coffee while enjoying the arrival of Spring. Continue reading “Café”
I have not done one of these posts in a really long time, and I feel like a reflection piece is needed. I know that for the whole month of March I was absent. I feel like I was absent from my family, distant in more ways than just miles. I feel like writing became a job for the month, and less so how I always feel about it, enjoyment and creativity. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee”
Ahhhh Thursdays. Hello. It is almost, finally, the end of the week. Thursday has to be one of my favorite days. More than halfway done! Okay, now I feel like I am just stating the obvious. Also, today happens to be the 13th which is my favorite number and two days away from my three month anniversary with Paris (yes, Paris and I are that annoying couple that celebrate each months anniversary because… it is Paris).
It’s Thursday, yay!
If we were having coffee, I would probably have ordered (or made, depending on where we decided to chat) a hot chocolate instead. Lately, I am coffeed out (yes, I know coffeed is not a word but that is what my mother says when she can’t stand coffee for a while and needs a break). Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee (Or Hot Chocolate?)”
I apologize for not being able to write this on time for Thursday (my original day in posting these)!
If we were having coffee… I would say that Paris is driving me crazy. I have realized that I am not the only one it has done that to. I wonder if it is the rush of the city, the speed, everyone at their own thing.I went to a free read poetry bar last night and I realized that a lot of them felt that Paris is one of the biggest lies in the world. Paris drives me crazy… but it is not one of the biggest lies. It is a city. If Paris was a lie, so then is Los Angeles and New York City and London… Because it is not the individual cities that are the lies, but the idea of a city in itself. Continue reading “If We Were Having Coffee (Late Edition)”