Nope, it isn’t any of that stuff, that is what I love about Paris. This is what I don’t like about Paris. I never look forward to it, in fact I dread it, I get emotional and anxious. I don’t like to think about it or talk about it. My last day in Paris. …
Cold and dirty, hobbling around with a broken toe and the wonder shoe makes me feel like a homeless person. My stylish brown coat albeit many years old now, has either stretched, or I have shrunk and the uneven, tapered hemline trails along the ground. I notice Parisians looking me up and down, look at the coat dragging …