The Way to Live

Dated: Paris, Montmarte 2007, 22 C

Another beautiful Paris day.

I exit the apartment looking forward to the journey down five flights of antiquated hand carved wooden stairs. You can see the grain and knots in each plank bringing an uneven cadence to each step.

Out and past the iron doors to the bustling cobbled streets, passersby with their croissants and warm baguettes wrapped with a brown paper wrapper only large enough to protect them from your hand. Usuall...there is one bite missing from mine!

The daily trip to the market for the evening meal, along the way the sights and sounds are almost too much to take in. Sometimes I have to stop, take a seat and breathe it all in.

I bought the most delicious fabric, threads of tafetta and chenille woven together, to bring back and trigger memories of this place. Shades of a Parisian interior for my home—back home.

The TV will get unplugged upon my return. I've already opted out of the absurdity of the so called news and negativity. I'll find room for one more cozy chair in the salon and create a bigger space for good conversation. The added silence allowing for the sounds and rhythm of the nature's creations to be heard more fully.