Paris is a giant, heaving under its own weight and density and clouds. If you could score it, the soundtrack would be Leonard Cohen's- sad, sexy in the style of noir, and poignantly achy. I have so much to share with you...I beg you to keep reading as I settle back into more of a routine. Writing is a discipline for me and right now I am a bit of a naughty schoolgirl (see the pic from one drunken Rosé infused night on the Pont Neuf...)
We are headed to the Loire Valley tomorrow for some more of la bonne vie. I wish I could post more...thinking of you all as I succumb to Paris's delectable, ornery soul...XO
(PS- Did you know Serge Gainsbourg was a Jew? Had no idea. Paris is full of surprises...)