Here you can find all of my posts in chronological order, from when I first realised this long-meditated project in my Paris attic.
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Paris – Day 17
Today started off well. The bus journey was short, we managed to miss the rush hour traffic. I got into work very much on time, having grabbed just about the chocolatiest version of a pain viennois (called a demi-cacao) I’ve ever had. Monday is a ghost day – quite a few businesses are not open,…
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Paris – Day 16
Today was just a quiet day, mainly. This morning I caught up with an Oxford friend who is currently in Australia doing her PhD. We haven’t caught up properly in ages. The last time I saw her was in April, when I was doing my utmost to get over the crushing blow (crush) of my…
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Paris – Day 15
Today started with vestiges of anxiety from yesterday. I didn’t do too well. I woke up early, and was on my phone until around 10, when I finally decided enough was enough. I got ready for the day and wrote several letters. I didn’t manage to accomplish anything academic, too much screen time being exactly…
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Paris – Day 14, and A second Love Letter to the Sea
Dear Sea, Why do days start off perfect, those days where you think you are healing, and then some news crashes down on you, just as you think you’ll end on a sweet note, that throws all out of kilter? And why, in these instances, do I decide the people to write to are those…
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Paris – Day 13
This morning was a perfect surprise. A surprise, and perfect, because I woke up earlier than expected, and got to work with a pain viennois in hand and time to spare to come in, get a hot chocolate and sit down to have it, and to make the acquaintance of another colleague, who introduced me…
At Least Afloat 