Gertrude Stein once famously said “America is my country… but Paris is my hometown”
I completely understand where she was coming from… [except I was coming from Australia LOL] but… you see… I have been in serious withdrawal since arriving home from Paris a good few weeks ago now.
And here’s the dilemma.
To say it was amazing would be an understatement.
To say it was anything but… would be an untruth.
But how do I describe a place that might have been only a figment of my imagination?
A dream? A thought? Or a place… that only lives in my head… or my heart?
How could this place so far from home be so easy to relate to and feel at home in? Even when it doesn’t speak my language… nor shares any of my antipodean idiosyncrasies! [grin]
Could it be my rose coloured glasses getting all fogged up?
A serious case of La Vie En Rose?
This place is mine…
and now all I want to do is go back… [grin]
The extra specialness of course came from sharing Paris with my two gorgeous girls. Such good fun to be around… and so great to be on a 21 hour plane flight with LOL
From surfing the Louvre…
to shivering our derrieres off huddled together in the courtyard of the Palace of Versailles… we certainly covered some serious ground in the short time we were in the City of Lights.
I pinch myself now… and acknowledge with gratitude the Universal forces at play that have brought me to here. It hasn’t been easy. But I made it through. Stronger. Wiser. And happier now than I could ever have imagined just a few short years ago.
Paris marks the beginning of the next chapter…
So I hope you’ll stick around to see what happens.
Oh and watch out for the video… I have permission from the lady herself to use Emilie Claire Barlow’s gorgeous rendition of C’est Si Bon for the production. I am currently having fun putting it together!
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[it's been a while and I missed you guys]