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Paris, jour sept

Le réveillon I awake at six, how splendidly spoiled it feels to nuzzle into the last dusty corners of sleepiness, bundled in big blankets, able to choose more sleep, no alarms, no appointments. After ten, I rise, I shower, I … Lire la suite

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Paris, jour six

Le 30 décembre I was still awake last night when the fog arrived, thick, heavy, low. Like a cashmere blanket, this morning it hovers still. The roofs are powdered with melancholy, the streets are dusty with introspection. I drink my … Lire la suite

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Paris, jour cinq

Le 29 décembre I think the neighbours are drug dealers. They never work, they are always up very late, they are home all day. I am standing in front of that big, white wheel they’ve installed between the Jeu de … Lire la suite

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Paris, jour quatre

Le 28 décembre A dispute in the night between the neighbours wakes me at 3:30am. Actually, it’s perfect, my normal rising time. But there is no need nor desire to rise this early here where the sun only rises at … Lire la suite

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Paris, jour trois

Le 27 décembre The fact of the matter is that it has become so familiar here it barely feels like I’ve gone anywhere. The fact of the matter is that even though it is much milder here, it is still … Lire la suite

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Paris, jour deux

Le 26 décembre I slept and I slept and I slept, not even curious to check the time, how decadent am I! I rise to smoky skies and a misty rain. The aluminum roofs cry sweetly like an old nickel. Oh, … Lire la suite

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Paris, I have come to say good-bye.

le 25 décembre Me voici. A double espresso noisette to use the free wifi at MacDo in the airport, it’s the same routine every time. Let me count. This visit makes nine. I wasn’t excited. I thought, in fact, that … Lire la suite

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