Day 10 of 21
I wrote in three cafes today. Some of it about love. Sometimes thinking how happy I was to be sitting by myself at that very moment. And then I would see couples, more than once. In love. Leaning into each other. Whispering. He kisses her hand. It was so nice. I felt longing. Not for myself, but that things would work out for them. Paris is funny. Paris is love.
I ate crepes at Breizh Cafe.
Eggs and jambon.
Chocolate, bananas and Chantilly cream.
I wrote a poem there.
And then I went to Musee Carnavalet and saw the Louis Vuitton exhibit. I feel like the bag I carry around all day is organized like an old Louis Vuitton trunk. My camera, my notebook, my travel journal. my regular journal, three paris guides, a mapbook, my glasses, my wallet, a bottle of water.
The exhibit was fantastic.
There was a trunk for Jeanne Lanvin for 36 pairs of her shoes. And a trunk for Damien Hirst’s surgical equipment. There were glass toiletry bottles from the 1930’s that you could still smell even though they were behind glass.
Then it was time to pick up my ring from Anjuna.
She was still working on the ring so she invited me down into her workshop. I asked her if I could take pictures of her and she very graciously said yes. Anjuna is such an original. I haven’t seen any work like hers. I love my ring. J’adore.
I decided to give the cafe next door to my apartment another chance after I had a crappy experience there last night. And boy am I glad. It was totally different. This time warm and cozy. And there was an acoustic quintet that started playing while I had my head down writing. I didn’t even notice them set up. And suddenly the place was filled with acoustic American big band style songs. It was incredible. Nowhere else to be. The perfect place to be.
Tomorrow: Maison Victor Hugo
I love walking to this song. It’s on Colette’s compilation Colette 10.
Paté and Heartbreak 