france, le sigh
today was one of the better days of already great days in Paris. a delicious cup of cafe allonge at the Musee d’Orsay long discussions about life in Europe, modern art, creative studies, politics. browsing through Van Gogh and Gaugin’s ouvre FALAFEL plate at the Marais shopping at MUJI tea time at Marriage Freres smelling teas, looking at blossoming flower teas more coffee at our...
POEM: Ode to the French
Oh, you French, with your fancy language syllables all rolling into one another like milk in saucers, swirling You act so cat-like, nose up high prancing as you sip your café in tiny cups I struggle to hold between two fingers, my thumbs are cumbersome, I guess. I call for you, Oh French! Sitting languid in your lounge chair can’t be bothered at this time for l’ addición,...
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