OK, so it used to be that every time fall rolled around I would get blue because old break-ups, family deaths, and other such nonsense.They all seemed to occur during this season.
So, while I was walking around my neighborhood this evening, my mind drifted to thoughts of France. I realized I'm not feeling blue, but, instead, I'm longing. I'm longing for all things French. I don't need to go there soon, but I like to think about it now and then.
I've been to France twice now and I've loved my visits. I loved walking the streets of Paris, the halls of Versailles, and driving through the countryside. I actually loved the people. There was only one time when a French person was not-so-nice and that was when I tried taking a picture of magazine porn at one of those kiosks along the Seine. Whoah! Don't ever do that. (be warned)
So while this video doesn't show much of France, it does convey what I feel when I think of France. No, not stomach cramps or delirium, just a longing.
2 comments:
I dream of Paris...always have.
It must be symbolic of something.
I hadn't had a Paris dream in a long time, but I had one the other night.
It was nice, but un peu triste, as they say.
*sigh*
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