Friday, November 11, 2005
The last time I saw Paris
Dear Marc, what's it like in Paris on a day like today? Is it chaotic, sad, surreal? I remember the last time I was there, and everything was just as wonderful as things could be pre-chrisis for a couple of tourists holding hands in a the big city, oblivious of the miseries boiling in the suburbs.
In my mind, I'm there again, only things are calm in the French capital. I walk around in a "J'aime l'hiver" scarf to celebrate this least liked of seasons. I sip tea at Mariage Freres before sneaking in to Fifi Chachnil for girly lingerie and Paul & Joe simply to touch the silks and tweed I can't afford.
Those are things I did the last time I saw Paris. Until I get there, I'll keep dreaming of another blissful French evening such as the one I shared with my friend Sara, playing favorite French-related songs at a local bar. Whenever l'heure bleue hits, I pull out the playlist and reminisce.