I arrived home from a two-week trip to France last night. My mind is spinning not just from jetlag but from everything I saw. For my writing project, a highlight was my tour of the Paris Opera (the old one where the Paris Opera Ballet performs) and a trip to the Repetto ballet shoe store around the corner. And even though I satisfied my desire for pastry for (I hope) the next year or so, I popped my head into every fancy patisserie just to give my eyes a treat.
I took about a thousand pictures, more than I have taken on any other trip. I found myself fascinated by how the corners of rooftops met. I now have dozens of photos of grey slate roofs. I also continued my practice of taking pictures of stone walls and pavement. Not much to look at after the fact but great fun in the moment of spotting a possible shot.
I know from past trips that I need to be patient and not expect much of myself with writing for a week or so. It's a good opportunity to reorganize my desk and decide what creative project is next.
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