A pittance of the plethora of Paris in print.
Small silver souvenirs trigger memories of sites sighted by the Seine.
Flying to France again is still a fantasy. But a flanuer through fall’s fanfare of colors provides consolation for continued Covid-caused confinements.
My wordplay can vary from whimsical to weighty. Paris fuels my whimsy. Other experiences expand my exposition on more serious matters. My Creative Nonfiction Literary Award winning essay, “A Redbone’s Reality,” will be in the printed edition of the Los Angeles Review scheduled for release in 2021 (a Corona delay.) Until then, it is available online at losangelesreview.org under “Awards” & “Nonfiction.”
Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité, Fireworks, Fantasy & Firebreathing
Parting Shots … I will miss EVERYTHING —especially my friends, the streets, Willi’s — my restaurant and watering hole of choice these days, cozy cinemas, my neighborhood haunts, inexhaustible surprises (e.g. the Shoe exhibit at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs) and the energy everywhere. Bien sûr, having gym, library, grocery and department store cards feeds my fantasy that coming back is just the turn of a calendar page away.