Sadly, Paris is now behind me and coming back to reality isn't pretty. It's not vacation, it's not Camembert sandwiches, red wine or staying awake thinking about the fun I'm going to have tomorrow. It's not museums, galleries, the Seine, cafés, or drinks with friends at Harry's. It's not a lot of things. (I'm not complaining mind you...oh, yes, I guess I am).
|Closer to Reality|
The crash landing wasn't quite as difficult this year because I had a heck of a cold upon returning to Montréal. No time to dwell on the beautiful, only time to keep blowing my nose and whining. "I'm sick....poor me....a cold AND a cane....have you ever seen anyone suffer like this"? Anyway, it's helped me to concentrate on something other than not being in Paris. (But I'm starting to feel better so will be miserable soon if you follow me).
Anyway, the next best thing to being in Paris is to hold the memories close to the heart until the next visit. I'm going to start going through that mountain of paper......maps.....keep.......cards.....keep....... everything.....keep.....