La séparation est tant de douleur douce…

My last day in this deep and heady city. It has blown through me and sunk deep into my bones. We rolled out unhurried and unscheduled into the day. First in search of a comic book store to buy something for a certain someone (you know who you are). After, we roamed all thru St. Michel..... and ended up once again by the Seine. But this time with wine (and potato chips....and a bagette). What else do we need as we watch the boats flowing by and the changing light.
But then the call of the Arch de Triumph pulls us up off our lazy Paris asses (..though not really. I think I have walked a hundred miles this week...and barely felt it). We glide down the Champs Elysees, watching people and clouds and my neck aches from looking up at all the angels and spires and buildings carved with the most intricate of designs, even in the smallest of corners and edges. We try on sunglasses that cost $600 (we saved a LOT of money not buying things). Then the arch appears... looms. rises. inspires awe and makes me take way too many photos of its curves and open sky border. Now, we are hungry. Time to stop at a cafe and have a cold Leffe and camembert, bread and some genuine french onion soup. yummy. and yes, we smoke hand rolled cigarettes.... hey, it's France. that's what you do.

No, I did not go in the Louvre... I honestly think I may have exploded trying to take all that in. That is for the next trip. This visit to Paris was just perfect in our mostly random walking, really feeling what this city is like.... and just being here. be here now. This was truly a perfect dream of a journey.
But tomorrow I will be "there" now. so strange. ...life is but a dream. we will continue row, row, rowing....xo