I am finishing up my special bottle of red from collieur. I just went on
a three hour walk. I guess my legs are better. I wasn’t hungry for
dinner and didn’t feel like getting on the metro. I walked through the
marais. I went to pompidou and looked at the cool water sculptures in
the fountain outside. I debated on getting a crepe but didn’t. I finally
settled for a nectarine and a bottle of orangina. I guess I need vitamin
c. I had a grapefruit and a bag of lettuce for dinner. Exciting, I know.
Its too damn hot to eat.
This afternoon I walked around Montmartre and the cemetery, put flowers
on an old, unloved grave. I was boiling inside so I came back and took a
very long very cold shower. Then off on my evening stroll.
Tomorrow I think I will start the day by going to the cemetary where
jim morrison, oscar wilde, proust, edith piaf, and gericault are buried.
Then the special exhibit at the musee d’orsay. Then who know. Maybe a
lunchtime cafe and something I haven’t had yet. I feel like I need to
buy gifts. As usual I got Oona something but no one else. Not even my
poor boyfriend.