This is the view from the cafe side where I sit and write at Le Petit Pont.
I am so excited (regardless of whatever the winter weather decides to do) to sit,
people watch, sip something warm, nibble cold popcorn and write from my favorite place
in the oldest section of Paris!
I shall walk along the Seine, under the bridges and wonder
about what happened in the same cobblestone locations, in the very same dark places, under similar bridges, centuries ago.
I keep hoping that story ideas will transfer themselves from the minds of those who walked here before; that thoughts hang in the air; that memories can be caught with just the right
twist of intent.
Is it possible that the breath of those very same thoughts
that once walked beneath these bridges still lingers
through centuries of rain and windstorms,
hail and snow, just waiting for
the one who wants them?
I'll let you know...
Merci for whisking me back in time...
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving,
Nathalie
Nathalie~ Hoping you had a fantastic Thanksgiving! Thank you so much for visiting and commenting!
ReplyDeleteI really love your writing and your images here. But, I'd love to see your other writing. If you feel comfortable sharing it, that is.
ReplyDeleteRelyn~ Thanks for coming by! Someday some of my longer writing will be published. I'm a bit reticent about putting pieces not yet published on the blog (I was considering it and then someone lifted an entire poem to put in their blog, luckily linking back to me but still). Alot of places will not publish you if your work is on your blog (I think for that very reason)!
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