I've been to Paris three times, and I still feel like I don't know her.
But man, can she swing.
"Oh, so you don’t dance?” I hear someone say.
Besides me is an expectant, short man. And if I’m guessing correctly, about 80 years old.
He scoffs, in the way that only the French seem to be able to.
Drifty To Dos
Travel Essays | Paris
"The evening before, sitting in the bar area of the Parisian hostel, the memory of him rushing through the closing doors played over and over.
Swigging a glass of cheap red wine, I attempted to explain to my co-worker, Jasmin, how I knew Marion, an explanation immediately followed with –
"You’re going to stay at her house… and you haven’t seen her in fifteen years?”