Paris

And so my absence has become apparent after months of unwritten material. To quickly fast forward, the leave of absence or the six months sabbatical can be blamed on Paris. I have been back from the city of lights for a two months and a half now and I constantly feel the absence of the city somewhere luring behind me dressed as an immaculate frenchmen, holding a picnic basqcket with baguette, wine and an assortment of cheese; asking me “On y va a la Siene?”. Paris went as a blur. The first two months were spent complaining about the lack of … Continue reading Paris