I'm not in Paris these days.
Therefore I miss Paris--
Even though I'm on the final draft of my book about Paris, "One Stiletto in the Notre Dame, The Other in the Grocery Store", and am re-living my weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks in Paris, every day--
I am still missing Paris.
I know I can make this fun, this re-living my Paris adventures. Looking at Paris from the vantage of the Pacific Ocean in the OC is not exactly labor intensive.
But here I sit, pining for wet cobblestones instead sunny ocean views, and overcooked chicken at a bistro in St Germain de Pre rather than fresh fish tacos at Wahoo's under palm trees.
I should be ashamed...and I am....
But the fact is--
Having led a peripatetic life from childhood on, for me--
The GRASS IS GREENER ANYWHERE ELSE--
(Yes, I should definitely be ashamed...and am, deep deep deep within--)
But so, I'm going to re-up my Paris blog, to keep the juices flowing, the love alive, the cobblestones waiting.
Pearls and Amber , my other blog, is still alive and well. Please continue to visit.
And the re-upped October in Paris will be about--
Paris, from The OC...you know, like Southern California, with Hollywood thrown in--
Wow, I feel so much better!
