“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
Can you ever be too old to dream?
This new Paris trip has been delayed by two years, but finally it’s here! Cane in hand, I’m about to embark …. And once again I’d like to ask you to join me.
This is a different trip than I made three years ago. I was much younger then, I’m older than that now …. Older, wiser peut-etre … and a lot slower. But still, I am filled with anticipation, with excitement. I’m following my dream, returning “home”.
There’s something about Paris that invites your soul as well as your feet to just wander. “To err is human,” Victor Hugo wrote, “to stroll is Parisian.” I’m going to be slowly strolling in coming days, wandering down familiar streets and discovering new ones. Always eager to turn a corner and be surprised.
I’ll be looking this time, not down on a courtyard fragrant with rhododendron, but up into an autumn sky. My last trip was a spring romance, this one is a shower of falling leaves … Les Feuilles Mortes… But both are part of a lifelong love affair …
Now if I could just learn the language!!