Sunday, March 12, 2017

Paris

I'm fresh back from Paris and promise to post soon--hope you have done something wonderful in the past week!

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  1. American In Paris! Part of your birthright, surely?Comparative nearness to Paris means that Brits don't enjoy quite the same kind of intensity as certain Americans do. Can't rely on the same potential. Ah, the travellers: from Gertrude Stein to a nameless GI embraced off the Champs Elysées by a young and overjoyed Parisienne. Cliché after cliché but who cares?

    And then the fearful obligation in what you write. The burden of an expatriate audience. Dead but critical.

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    1. You are ever-amusing in your take on my posts, even such a tiny one as this.

      When I was in Peru, having a drink in a bar, I discovered that Hemingway had been there before me. And was struck by how Hemingway got around... Rather like the old "Kilroy was here" graffiti that used to be everywhere when I was a young woman.

      Odd to have been to somewhat-less-frequented-by-tourists places like Cambodia and Chile before I ever made it to Paris.

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  2. I have done a few things I'd rate as "OK", nothing "wonderful" when measured against a trip to Paris. But thank you for your hope.

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    1. Most of my weeks don't rate against a trip to Paris... Then again, my feet are not usually quite so tired!

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  3. I didn't do anything as wonderful as visiting Paris either--but I did complete the Appalachian Trail in Maryland, and I visited an elderly relative who took a bad fall. And now it's snowing, which means that tomorrow morning we nervously rouse the Red Dragon, our new, untested snowblower.

    Hope you had a great trip!

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    1. Oh, that sounds pleasing in both cases. Fresh air and goodness! Yes, it is snowing wildly up here, and I'm wondering how my visiting daughter will get back to her apartment tomorrow.

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Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.