i saw a girl lean over to kiss a friend on a stopped motorbike on the cheek, twice, here and then there. the trees cast patterned light on the street. we went out for dinner and, for fifteen francs, had the best meal i had ever eaten, and most of all, nobody who lived there seemed to notice or care. the beauty and the braised trout alike were just part of life, the way we do things here.
...paris, on the other hand, looked exactly as it was supposed to look. it wore its heart on its sleeve, and the strange thing was that the heart it wore so openly was in other ways so closed, mysterious, uninviting. ~paris to the moon by adam gopnik
paris has been on my mind... i think i may follow this thoughtful invitation and see where it may lead me... ~me