My gorgeous view, from a rented room of my own, which I will have for only four more days and four more nights. I have lived on top of these trees, with a view of the Butte Chaumont and the big Parisian sky, for 2.5 years. It’s true, you do get used to climbing stairs, and to your roommate calling you from the courtyard down below, asking you to toss the bike room keys out the window so she doesn’t have to make the 7-flight climb.
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The sun is out, and it’s Sunday. The only thing on the agenda is “anything but work.”
I’m going out to play, with an old camera, a good book, and a notebook.
Walking in the park today, I was surprised to see an elderly woman sunbathing topless, then realized it was just a man with boobs and fluffy hair. I looked around to see if anyone else shared my curiosity but saw only these three people, in the shade of the shaggy trees.
The closest place I can go, to get as near to the sky as possible, while keeping my feet on the earth. It’s minutes from home, where I spent this year’s birthday and where I can hug a tree (when I think no one’s watching).