|Versailles – Not My Apartment, Unfortunately!|
Next to the 4th, is the 11th the area of Bastille. Bastille is a word meaning castle or stronghold, or “bastion”; used with a definite article (la Bastille in French, the Bastille in English), it refers to the prison.How apt, let it imprison me and not let me go home – maybe not in that particular apartment but in Paris or France at least. Castle, well it isn’t a castle either but it does conjure up visions of home and that is what my Parisian apartment in the Bastille will be, complete with piano and mini bed. I said I needed to go to Paris to breath and now I feel I can – all my muscles have just relaxed, I have found My Paris Apartment. So Scotty was right, all of this would take my mind off ‘him’ and that it has – not completely – of course, but it certainly is a helping distraction. A month or two ago this could not have felt possible but it is now and the timing all seems right after so many anniversaries and Christmas looming – I will be way too busy to get all upset about spending Christmas on my own. I look forward to standing on Le Parvis in front of the Notre Dame once again. Instead of tears of pain, hurt, betrayal and love, I will have tears I normally have when I stand on that spot and this time the tears will be full of hope and wonder of what my future will bring.