paris

Well, I'm here …. my flatmate is currently trying to have sex with her boyfriend very very quietly so I thought I would leave them to it and go down to the net cafe next to my house. After a week of perfect blue skies, crisp fresh winds and falling leaves, its turned and my hands are feeling all clammy. The pavement outside is all wet and dark and shining and people are walking fast like they have somewhere to get to, as opposed to the slow ambles of the last days of summer. My flat is in the tenth, just off the Grands Boulevards, and its just lush. Big, with a nice hard double bed and windows looking out onto my widow-walk balcony. There is no door, just a big green curtain, and in the morning when I wake up I find myself staring into the faces of the builders next door, since I chose my wndow curtains solely for being aesthetically pleasing as opposed to doing what curtains should do. They are pink toile and billow deliciously when the french windows are opened.

I sit on the balcony and smoke LM blues, watching the gay couple opposite tenderise chicken with what looks like a hammer and I feel – happy. The louvre and the musee picasso are all very well in their way, but wood floors and cold air and smoking on a balcony while listening to zooming mopeds below make my stomach swoop with pleasure.

: 16 Oct 2005 18:11 |  Comments (1) |  Report a problem