Good morning!
It’s Monday, and it turns out Ducky has been studying French behind my back. We encountered this prompt on the road yesterday, and he casually said, “That’s what you need to do.”
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You need to slow down,” he replied. “That’s what that means, right?”
I had to admit it, he was right. I keep catching myself walking fast, fast, fast here in Paris. To what end? I’m not being chased. I’m not late. Yet the hurry and hustle seems implanted in our DNA.
So today, may we enter this new week at an unhurried pace. May we remember to ralentir.
“Wisely, and slow. They stumble that run fast.”
—William Shakespeare
Onwards,
Clara
This could not be more timely. We are now on Skye, and the roads are exceedingly narrow, full of potholes, and have no berms. So I changed Shakespeare's quote to "He who drives fast, hits potholes". It's funny. We are on vacation, and yet we have this American DNA to not take it easy, and to rush from one thing to the next. So. Enjoy slowly.
Welcome to France Clara.