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A Los Angeles Childhood - Jour 5 - The Day of Rest
Thursday, 21 June 2012 15:08

It’s Saturday already and I decide to sleep in. When I finally get up, it’s 10:30 a.m. I make a French press coffee, check email. It is an ordinary Paris day with an excuse to just ease into it. After all, this is not an endurance race to go to a museum a day.

I take the 38 down Boulevard St. Michel to find the kiosk for the tourism department. I am bound and determined to get to the Musee D’Orsay. When Pat and I tried to see an exhibit 5 years ago, we waited over 2 hours in the rain and finally gave up. This time I decided to take the smart way and get a regular ticket at the office and then pay the surcharge to see the Degas Nudes as all totaled comes to 12 euros. No kiosk. So Notre Dame, too long a line. Shakespeare and Company. They’ve sold all but one of my books for which as I mentioned earlier, I’ll collect for next time in Paris. So the only choice left to go to rue de Pyramides to the main office and get the ticket.

Although I was supposed to have dinner with my friend Dorothy Polley of Dorothy’s Gallery in the Bastille this evening, we changed it to Sunday.

Much as I feel the time slipping away, I really need to rest, so a sweet walk though Luxembourg Gardens, a chair placed by the steps that go down the large pond where the children float their boats earlier in the day and voila, a time to reflect. I like this life I have in Paris for a short period of time each year. It is cool with the hint of rain this day. The air seems fresh with a slight delicate breeze. No need to rush here or there. No TV series to catch up on. Just me, the beautiful sound of the couple near me speaking in French far too quickly for me to pick out more than just a few words. And what is wrong with that. Language is music, the voices of children in the distance, and no need to rush. No buses to catch in this period of time. Just enjoying the Gardens. I find a beautiful small stone to bring back as I do each year from the Garden. Later sushi, some conversation in French, skyping to the states when I return, Japanese television in English and the end to another perfect Paris day.

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