paris. speechless.

I'm overwhelmed by school work. it's two weeks until finals, and I have several papers due in the next few days. I shouldn't even be spending this precious time adding an entry, but... this entry is for me even more than it's for you. I want to be close to this place. when I lived in paris, after my life fell apart in 1997, this was my sactuary. almost ever night, I would bring my bag of hot red bliss potatoes and a 10 franc bottle of wine to the park from which this photo was taken. I'd watch the sun set over the city. the darkness would descend, the families of tourists would be replaced by 20-something parisiannes in black leather getting their drink on before hitting the pubs and clubs. with a good buzz, I'd walk around montmarte (seen Amelie? the chase was in that neigbhorhood). there is nothing more powerful than walking alone at night in a beautiful European city when your life is in tatters.



I'm tearing up as I write this. I'm no longer in the present -- I'm feeling what it was to live in this city. the u.s. is my home, but paris means so much to me I can't even express it. if it weren't for paris, I wouldn't even exist. truly. it's where my grandmother grew up. it's where my parents met. it's where I ran away to when life got unbearable.


I came across this website. http://www.arnaudfrichphoto.com this guy's paroramic photos are unbelievable.

peace.