"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were nor how it was changed nor with what difficulties nor with what ease it could be reached. It was worth it and we received a return for whatever we brought to it." Hemingway

30.8.11


The mess looks edible. The ingredients are fresh and the dish smells delicious. However, a large dose of pepper was not an adequate substitution for whatever my creation lacked. But it definitely lacked. Tonights dinner throws a sharp downward bend into my rocketing cooking career of the summer. To compensate for the disappointing meal, I ate a piece of hardy bread spread reassuringly with golden opaque nectar. Evening saved. Sidenote: dont buy the honey in grocery stores in des Etats-Unis. IT’S NOT HONEY. Those cute plastic bears bring a sad, watery imitation of the real thing to your tables.
Tomorrow is my second day of classes. Although I am walking or in class from 8:30-18:15 on Mondays and Wednesdays, those are the only days that I have class. My weekends are LONG and ideal for traveling. I must travel while the weather is pleasant. Even tonight when I was studying in the Jardin de Luxembourg, the cool air turned my feet towards home before my heart was ready.

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