… but Paris is already calling.
I’ve read so many lovely plans for Paris in July. Books, films, food, music …
I want to go now!
Away from all the housework I should have been doing while I was knitting and watching Case Histories instead.
Away from anxiety about tomorrow’s job interview.
Away from a good few half-written posts, all crying “Finish me!” “Finish me!”
Even away from the wonderfully dark and complex gothic murder mystery I am reading for letter U in my Crime Fiction Alphabet.
This week’s post will be a little late. I need a little musical trip to Paris.
Françoise Hardy’s lovely version of La Mer came into my head first. I love that song in any language, but it isn’t really Paris. And, on a more practical note, I couldn’t find the right video.
Then Tous Les Garçons et Les Filles came to mind …
Normal service should, I hope, resume tomorrow night.