Soundtrack, Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring, although I would prefer Debussy
Woke up this morning to rain. Gave some shoes and clothes, a towel and a yogurt to a terribly thin homeless lady. On le bus the Eiffel Tower was shrouded in cloud. My 10 days in Paris are at an end and I’m leaving on a jet plane. For in-flight entertainment I’ll be reading Anne’s House of Dreams… know where I’m going?
This is Stravinsky’s fountain just near where I’ve been staying. I was amazed no one was splashing in it on the really hot days. Even so, too much fun not to photograph and share as my farewell.
I hope it’s not 19 years till I come back.
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I write as a way of processing and reflecting on experience, and as a way of sharing that experience. When I travel I used to write email journals back to friends, family, anyone who’d read and risk immersing themselves in my reality for a while: writing for them was a way of writing for me. Borrowing from Graham Greene in a flip of Travels with my Aunt, I imagined writing letters to my nieces, as their travelling aunt. Crafting the sentences became a way of extruding the experience, giving it birth, drawing its meaning from my soul, nurturing it into something tangible with a life of its own.
The aim of my blog is to open the world to my thought-children, to let them out of the safety of my friends and family and let them experience the world. And in the process I get the honour of taking a larger group with me when I’m wandering around India and beyond, or just reflecting on parallel truths, thinking thoughts that take me to new places new beginnings.
Please journey with me
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