It's unbelievable what an afternoon of what we Americans consider "junk" will do to you. I made my way back home after a satisfying day in Montmartre, I laid down with a cup of Haagan Daz Biscut and caramel creme. Next thing I knew I was falling asleep to the end of Under the Tuscan Sun (I know, ironic) but after that I continued to sleep from 10pm into the next day of 12pm and this was not including dinner. Needless to say the next day, I woke up with the worst case of hunger so I sat down with my fruits and yogurt and decided to take advantage of what I had left of the day to do some writing. Didn't think the cafe was necessary today as I had the whole house to myself and a sunny balcony; Oh and a lot of sleep on my end so coffee wasn't going to be an issue.
I find myself staring a lot though, just into the park, into the cloudy sunny skies. And inhaling the crisp air, it's a lot like spring in New York, only it isn't and it's July here. I'm a bit more used to my July's being fulled with breathless g air where you feel more content with the toxic air conditioned room then you do in a sunny central park. Still here I am and just content with this afternoon being the afternoon, another thing I don't recall ever doing in NYC. And don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore where I come from, but taking a step back to see what beauties lie other places...well it isn't bad either.
Till Next Time...
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