|A Jewish Childhood – A Change of Place|
|Thursday, 09 June 2016 10:52|
Paris holds magic for me. Each year I return. This year I am in a new apartment in the 3rd arr.
From the Latin Quarter two blocks from Luxembourg Gardens in the 5th to the Marais, the old Jewish sector, where I find the Jewish Museum and the Pompidou Center, and yes, the Picasso Museum.
Yesterday I flew in, went to my new apartment, then off to a writer’s workshop with Cecilia Wolloch. Last year, seven new poems came out of 7 days. This year, 5 days and who knows what will turn up. Certainly, it will inform the second memoir I am working on. The first, Saving Myself: A Los Angeles Childhood, and this new one: Just Now. I am into the second draft and have brought 55 pages to work on. In between, I tell myself.
The rains that brought the floods to Paris, have subsided. Yesterday we had sunshine, and now coming in through the front windows, more sun.
Soon, I will walk the mile or so to the café where we have our writing workshop.
I will get a decaf (decaf, espresso, a Perrier and work until the rest of the group show up. Then work shopping our new writing from yesterday. Two of the women who are in the group, lived in the States but now live here in this city of light. Three of us still live in the United States. Who knows what time will bring.
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