My Lucky Day
Found my lost watch searching for my AWOL change purse that had about 50 Euros in bills and change.
Found my change purse with all funds intact on the steps outside my apartment where it had been placed by an anonymous honest Parisian.
Successfully used the machine in the Metro to purchase a carte of ten Metro tickets.
Spent a happy couple of hours drawing Hercules carrying the child Télèphe, and thinking how much Hercules’s physique reminds me of Robert.
Dined at Le Café Marly on a Salad Niçoise presented by savagely elegant young men in precisely fitted suits and bow ties.
Drew a striding lion on the back of a postcard to send to my art historian/DGA daughter.
Found the best bathroom in the Louvre. Clean, spacious and empty. No, I’m not telling you where.
Stopped in Magasin Sennelier, purveyor of art supplies and bespoke pigments since 1887. I bought a sketchbook.
On my walk home, picked up a perfect slice of brie and transparent slices of prosciutto for my dinner.
Unlocked my door just as the thunder rolled, the sky split open, and rain washed the pollen and smog away.
I get to do it all again tomorrow.
I am devouring this luscious narrative. What fabulous observational and writing skills you have, and gratitude seeps through every line!
More, more!
xxoo
What BGSH said. Am so loving this. I feel as though I’m right there with you. You write like you paint.
I feel I am there with you – nicely described! AND I will need to find out about that bathroom.
Change purse incident? Luck and karma. Bathroom discovery? Just luck. xoxoxo p.s. You have a watch on your phone.