Lovely entry, Richard. It’s kind of the antidote to the week I spent in Paris way back when. Turned out to be one of my worst weeks. First, I got deathly ill-so ill that when my friend Diane, who I was staying with, asked if I thought I was going to die, I replied, “no, but I want to die.” Then, when I recovered, I was walking in an area where students were doing their yearly rioting, I was accidentally tear-gassed. A horrible experience, in case it’s never happened to you, and then, the topper, I came down with a bad cold. I haven’t been back since but your blog almost makes me want to give it a try. Forgiveness and all that.
Brings back some lovely memories.. in preparation for my trip/flight to Paris as a young woman looking for work . I sewed myself a jumpsuit which I thought was pretty cool.. It was blue ..It turned out to be the same colour and looked like those worn by the street sweepers/cleaners of Paris... needless to say it was not the look I was trying to achieve.. I ended up moving to London UK where I found work at Harrods department store ( as a Canadian and member of the commonwealth we could work in England on a Canadian passport ) . I still love Paris and have a much better sense of what to wear and what not to wear there... I did not keep that jumpsuit.. which was shortly thereafter donated ......
This piece spoke to me and so well written. It took me back to after college my roommate and I traveled Europe for the summer and was it ever magical. The baguette with ham and butter and maybe cheese was our go-to for picnics and sneaking it into the WC to eat on the train when in first class and we could not afford the meal! Ode to Youth! Happy Fourth!
Ah, thanks for the time-travelog. To be young and carefree and adventurous! What a delicious combination. I'd have loved hanging with you guys!
Glad to have you along!
Lovely entry, Richard. It’s kind of the antidote to the week I spent in Paris way back when. Turned out to be one of my worst weeks. First, I got deathly ill-so ill that when my friend Diane, who I was staying with, asked if I thought I was going to die, I replied, “no, but I want to die.” Then, when I recovered, I was walking in an area where students were doing their yearly rioting, I was accidentally tear-gassed. A horrible experience, in case it’s never happened to you, and then, the topper, I came down with a bad cold. I haven’t been back since but your blog almost makes me want to give it a try. Forgiveness and all that.
Wow, Charles. I'm glad I wasn't with you on that trip!
Brings back some lovely memories.. in preparation for my trip/flight to Paris as a young woman looking for work . I sewed myself a jumpsuit which I thought was pretty cool.. It was blue ..It turned out to be the same colour and looked like those worn by the street sweepers/cleaners of Paris... needless to say it was not the look I was trying to achieve.. I ended up moving to London UK where I found work at Harrods department store ( as a Canadian and member of the commonwealth we could work in England on a Canadian passport ) . I still love Paris and have a much better sense of what to wear and what not to wear there... I did not keep that jumpsuit.. which was shortly thereafter donated ......
That jumpsuit might be the mode these days!
alas I am not the mode these days...
This piece spoke to me and so well written. It took me back to after college my roommate and I traveled Europe for the summer and was it ever magical. The baguette with ham and butter and maybe cheese was our go-to for picnics and sneaking it into the WC to eat on the train when in first class and we could not afford the meal! Ode to Youth! Happy Fourth!
Yes, when we're young it takes so little to make us content.
A charming vignette. I had no idea heretofore that spoons were difficult to beguile.
Harder than forks.