Yesterday was spent planning (life flying by?)...shopping (life buying by?)...and then racing to the Catacombs du Paris...I arrived at just 15 minutes before sunset, the time to the evening's Spectacle "Toc Toc" is tick ticking away.
The queue is two hours long and with my French teacher, Cecile waiting I guess I arrived too late...too late for death.
So I bought a watch for my beloved; time to end "Paris Sans mon Amor".
38 seconds in the elevator at the Tour de Monparnass I ascend into the light.
Toc Toc was sweet..sweet because laughter sweetens us.
I am descending now (faster than the fastest elevator in Europe?).
There is still no electricity back "home".. Blackout...Que sais change...
The queue is two hours long and with my French teacher, Cecile waiting I guess I arrived too late...too late for death.
So I bought a watch for my beloved; time to end "Paris Sans mon Amor".
38 seconds in the elevator at the Tour de Monparnass I ascend into the light.
Toc Toc was sweet..sweet because laughter sweetens us.
I am descending now (faster than the fastest elevator in Europe?).
There is still no electricity back "home".. Blackout...Que sais change...
