Just a Summary
I am madly in love with many things. Mostly people, but also Paris. I am bursting with love. I never feel myself as much as when I am in this mood.
Dallas Scott, the primary love of my life, is coming to Paris. We are going to tear this town apart. We will find friends and fun as if they were not hidden amongst the lights and city buildings.
This weekend, I met a beautiful Moroccan with sweet chocolate eyes who kissed like a sunset in Casablanca. I am trying to play hard to get, but we all know this is not my strong suit. Maybe its weird, but I want to meet his family.
It is starting to get warmer. I am elated at the thought. I want sunglasses and tank tops and picnics in the park.
Paris is not a kind city, but it is a city of foreigners that know this unkindness well. Its a bond you can find anywhere.
The thing about the French and the Americans is that they don’t seem to mesh well not because of differences, but because of similarities. We reflect in each other our flaws: an annoyance at cultural relativism which we both practice heavily. Its the friend that mirrors your insecurities, and thus is nearly impossible to understand.
I will spend the day hoping my new camera is not lost in the mail, being worried about my french oral presentation on art nouveau, and waiting anxiously for the arrival of my dear dear friend.
I will post pictures soon.
I love you all.
Your Friend,
katy
