Day 17 of 21
It’s almost over. Three more days.
We shopped a little today. We walked into a store called Merci, and I said ‘uh oh I think the consumer in me just woke up.’ I can’t believe I’m saying this but, shopping was exhausting. And I only bought one thing: a little gold bracelet with light green enamel stars.
Other than that we had two very good meals. Lunch at Cafe des Musees and dinner at La Gazzetta. When I asked the waiter At La Gazzaetta ‘parlez-vous anglais?’ he tilted his head and frowned ‘non, et vous?’
He was tough. It was not possible to win him over. But the meal was delicious. Particularly the pork belly with red cabbage and Jerusalem artichokes. I finished before Alisa and thought ‘what if I licked this plate?’
We walked towards home and I asked Alisa to come sit with me while I journaled at Le Jean Bart. She had bought a memento book at Merci which she started working on at the cafe while I wrote.
I wrote a poem during lunch. And Alisa was there too. I hadn’t written one in a few days and I was worrying that maybe they had stopped. But today’s poem might be one of my favorites–it’s the first one without a trace of melancholy.
Not that long ago, having 18 days left here seemed impossible. I wanted to give up and come home. But now… I can’t fathom not being able to come back here easily. I told Alisa over dinner that if I got a job here tomorrow, I wouldn’t go back to NY…at least not for a little while.
Tomorrow: Marche Aligre, Sabbia Rosa, Beaubourg…and Stuff.
Love this girl:
Paté and Heartbreak 