French love

Today I decided to take a break and begin the delectable process of reading the blog Orangette from it's very beginning. And after a few minutes I happened upon this post about Paris and her love of it.

Prose poem for Paris, inspired by an ugly tart
"Oh Paris, your pastry is perfect. I’ll eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Paris, you kept me up until 3am and made me shy on the phone. You laid a blanket in the park and spread it with saucisson sec and fromages qui puent and we drank Champagne at two in the afternoon on your big day. Paris, I watched the eight o’clock news alone in your apartment and ate chaussons aux pommes in line at the movies, and I bought your small modern packages delivered by the small trucks that block your ancient streets.

Oh Paris, you gave me skirts with rabbit-fur trim and danger-sexy designer bags on sale. You told me I looked like Cleopatra. You said j’ai envie de te faire l'amour and you brought me croissants in the morning, and oh Paris, you looked away when I walked your streets red-eyed, holding a wad of Kleenex. You made me say stupid things and stay too long and we were so lonely together, you and I.

Paris, now you’re making me write like Allen Ginsberg in "America."
Oh Paris, Sundays in Seattle aren’t the same"

- Orangette August 2004

Somehow she captures my sentiments. Exactly.

So I am in love with french. I am in love with France. And I am most definitely in love with Paris. Somehow Vancouver doesn't even begin to compare.

After all the conversations where people told me that I would appreciate Vancouver more once coming back, make me feel a little bit disappointed, because I most definitely miss the winding cobblestone streets, the daily markets with their fresh cheese and candy stalls, and the gorgeous feeling of speaking french all the time.

Gah.

I need a little french love in my life right about now.

So thank God for Fridays and long weekends, because the day is almost over and I will be getting a tiny bit of french love with a glass of wine over dinner with some of the people I love the most in this world; My family.

Santé!