Prelude:The Remembrance of George
I once asked a Frenchman named George if he had seen the Mona Lisa."No...Life can end at anytime. I don't have time for culture." He retorted rapidly.
He looked a bit like Descartes (a distant relative?).
The title of my next entry will be decided by the experience. I already have an idea in mind but no matter the reputation of this next destination, let's wait and see if hearing and seeing concur and what seeing and believing conjure.
Another Leonard might paint another Mysterious smile.
And now....En Marche!
For three weeks I've lived without electricity. And then....A City of Light!
...Unfortuntely Charles De Gaulle Paris' main airport is too north of the Champs De Lysee to offer any inbound spectacle. The pilot's flight plan abrupted my plans...and so my very unremarkable phone camera takes in a mere flicker of the glorious enchantments that lie along the Seine.
It night when I arrive. Its morning but it long nights. More tired than a horse with a bent back of burdens. And not getting any rest (or legroom) on the flight, the ride into Paris sends me drifting into an oblivion of the sudden change of mileu. 6 hours ago the air was a warm humid, now its cold current has me begging for a head warmer. Bievenue from a cold city. My visa says business. Without her (my second half) and him (my son-undertaker) Paris will be cold.
A strong gale hit my head at once we exited from customs and baggage collection....at a corner shop on the way out of the airport...we stopped (we I here on business a project lasting for three months, we is a party of 14 fellow "country people") to buy...communication.
Then I notice some familliar from youth.....
An Asterix and Obliesk comic.
29/10/2017
A Week Ago I was headed here...
About to wander Paris....
I enter the Kyrie hotel in the Bercy village...prices are my intent, the receptionist is a muscular, black in skin and shirt....a family from Italy are having an emergency. Their son is sick. From what I caught from the conversation he had been nose bleeding for over an hour...
The clocks go back at 3:00 am.
31/10/2017
Gare Du L'Europe
An anchor reports that a terrorist attack has happen in New York.
1/11/2017
The Mosque and the Masterpiece on a Hallowed Eve.
It holiday....we love holidays...all of us no your religion or hatred of religion you love a holiday...so this particular day...All hallow's day or in France La Toussiant is a day of off.
Saintly I feel.
4/11/2017
42....How I became a Parisien.
The moon over Paris is full and its Safar, so another year is added age. An age more is added to the life of mes amour.. we share the same lunar birthday. 15th of Safar.
Safar the month of travel of Safari.
To fill the hole...I bought a ticket to go to the Theartre Des Nouveautes on Boulevard Poissonnière to see this piece..
The wind
A man in a white shirt comes running up the escalator......
Later as I see the doors of the M 14 heading to Olypiadies wide open I run
And there they are right on the floor of the platform's landing like a ladies glove on a marble
table.....the answer to Life the Universe and Everything.
42.
5/11/2017
6/11/2017
7/11/2017
8/11/2017
9/11/2017
Bournes
10/11/2017
11/11/2017
Grounded
12/11/3017
13/11/2017
Ignorance is not bliss.
Life is only possible if we are free. Tonight a man in glasses, courdory pants and colour matching shoes wobbled in to the seat next to me on the M14 and then....he tapped his shoes, rapped his pen and slapped a balding head and....wrote. An ecrivan, a philosphe...sans doubte.We honor all fallen by evil; by living freely. This is the only choice we have.
14/11/2017
15/11/2017
16/11/2017
17/11/2017
Place De Italie,and "Light upon Light"
18/11/2017
Creating Time
Blog are not back logs they are meant to be in real time...so here goes...I go to a FNUC now to get a USB adapater so I can upload all my eye food. The to Rue Les Cases to make inquiries at a French School then I off to Emont Aubonne to meet a fellow fulani aunt. Then at night....this..
Paris faire de l'espace!
23/11/2017
Holding Hands and The Stars of Night.
The rain started to wet and just in time for me to dart under ground at the Metro Champs De Etoile
19/11/2017
The Road to Gennevilles,
The road out of Bercy to Gennevillies is full of plane paths that carbonify the air as the leaves exhale their last breath of our exhaust.
