Sans Numero

At that point in the trip where past and present blur and it hardly matters noting what touristy activities one has engaged in because the place traveled to has begun to feel like home. I treasure that transition, however fleeting it is. It is a good incentive to make a new place an actual home for more than a week or two. My favorite memory so far, Pere-Lachaise, Place du Jardin, Parthenon, Jardin du Luxembourg, Cimetiere du Montparnasse (big on cemeteries and gardens his trip, apropos to acknowledge the death of much this past year, and that life goes robustly on) notwithstanding? Slicing string beans French style with Wils in the kitchen tonight, the side dish to our salmon dinner, the accompaniment to our champagne, the precursors to our Saint Honore and Religieuses pastry deserts. It is a glorious thing when one begins loving again.