Saturday, July 05, 2008

I took a long stroll through the streets of Paris. I ended up buying a small Cuban cigar. I quit cigarettes a few years ago but I’ve felt this constant pull to smoke again. I kid myself that if I don't inhale I wont be lead back to a pack a day habit. I end up along the Seine next to the Petit Pont- near Notre Dame. This is where it all began for me- this fascination with Paris. I was taken aback by this encounter with the city- I felt the endless possibilities and I associated that freedom with Paris. Sitting in this spot years ago, eating an apple, watching the Seine and thinking to myself that I want to live here. I’m back where I began but not at all the same. I sit there quietly, watching the boats go by, smoking my cigar and kidding myself.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

This could be me. I miss my cigars and I miss my Paris. I could so esily follow in your footsteps

Starman said...

I could live here if I never had to deal the Parisian bureaucracy.

danni said...

poignant expression!!!

Anonymous said...

I like the way you interpreted it. Good to see you posting again!

defining boundaries

Anonymous said...

If you had only written about champagne instead of cigars, you and I are in complete agreement. Enjoyed reading this.

Anonymous said...

Wow, talk about the internet making the world even smaller... you have my mom "Living on a Barge in Paris", on your blog roll. Now there's a sentence I coulnd't imagine myself saying ten years ago.