Morning in Paris

There are those days when just before I wake up in the morning I think I’m in Paris. I imagine walking out of the massive grey door of my apartment on to the gently sloping road in the fifth.

I imagine walking down to the corner cafe for a petit noir to begin the day, then on to the Alimentation run by an Algerian family to get a bagful of cherries and some peaches for breakfast.

I imagine crossing the street into the Luxembourg garden, to find a chair under a shady tree, open a copy of Notre Dame or Monte Cristo or Dangerous Liaisons, as I eat the fruits.

Author: I. J. Khanewala

I travel on work. When that gets too tiring then I relax by travelling for holidays. The holidays are pretty hectic, so I need to unwind by getting back home. But that means work.

16 thoughts on “Morning in Paris”

  1. You have the wanderlust. ๐Ÿ™‚

    “Well I love Paris
    I love the dizzy streets
    Where the flowers of sin
    Bloom in the heat
    If I were a ghost
    I’d be pleased
    Living among these
    French mysteries”

    Mark Campbell, “Home of the Brave”

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  2. Your post is a song.

    I sat in Jardin du Luxembourg once, that I can remember, two years ago. Same view ๐Ÿ™‚
    It was the very morning after flying all through the night, from Johannesburg, with my family. We had croissants and coffee we picked up at a little cafe near our hotel…
    We were all exhausted, but exhilarated.

    Thank you for bringing it all back ๐Ÿ™‚

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