Good morning!
It’s Thursday, and we’ve reached the other side of the ocean. The land beneath us belongs to my heart’s other home. Yes! I’ve brought us back to France. Isn’t she lovely this morning?
Those rooftops in the distance are Louvres, a small town whose residents probably wish they had a Euro for every time someone asked if they lived in the famous museum. “Mais non,” I imagine them saying. “Louvres. Avec an s. She is silent.”
Ducky still has no idea where we’re headed—not because I haven’t told him, but because he has no framework for what the word “Paris” could even mean.
Then again, maybe it means none of the things I think it does? In which case we’re both in for an adventure.
“To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.”
—Socrates
Ahhh, then we’re already geniuses!
Onwards,
Clara
Wow! Three trips to Paris! I envy you so very much and Ducky too!
I am with you in spirit and longing!💕💕