Day 18 of 21
Alisa and I got into a fight today. Only our third in sixteen years. It felt awful but it was over fast.
It’s been a bit of a rough day.
At Sabbia Rosa I picked out a few pieces of lingerie to try. The sales person started ringing me up assuming I wasn’t going to try anything on. The bill would have been well over $4000. I was flabbergasted by this and left in a huff.
The good parts of today were revisting the Marche Aligre and buying macaroons at Laduree on Rue Bonaparte.
We organized a very satisfying dinner for ourselves.
After a night of mishaps and miscommunication, Lee and I headed to Au Petit Fer à Cheval. What a lovely place. The bartender, Bruno, was so nice to us. We were the last ones at the bar at 2AM and they took my iPod and played it over their stereo system. Bruno asked if we would come back tomorrow. I said we would but I don’t know if we will.
I think I’m hyper sensitive because this whole trip is coming to an end so soon. I’m trying to find the space to think about what has happened to me and if when I return to NY, the contentment that I’ve found for myself in Paris will stay with me.
We’ll see….
Tomorrow: Butter cookies. chocolate, perfume, Colette (again)
Paté and Heartbreak 