I always miss Paris. But sometimes the missing is stronger than others. Especially when the days are long and nothing seems to go right, I long for a day I can hop on the Metro and ride to anywhere--a palace, a garden, a bistro, a theatre, a museum. I miss the days I strolled down ancient paths where queens and kings and geniuses of all fields walked. Pathways that know more history than any history book can teach. I miss walking into a boulangerie and getting hit with the sweet aroma of freshly-baked baguettes and seeing the perfect pastries lines up in perfect little rows. I even miss riding the Metro, with all its colorful people and lowly musicians.
If I were in Paris right now, I'd go the the Jardin Luxembourg, which is one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. And it's so peaceful. And that's what I need right now. *sigh* If I'm going to feel alone so much, I might as well enjoy myself while I'm at it. And not have to write stupid abstracts on stupid books for stupid classes that I detest. lol.
I guess that's why I lose myself in my writing. I can at least pretend I'm there.
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