I love Paris in the Spring
May 26, 2009
There is nothing like an extended holiday to feed a blogger’s mind. To read about India in the French and English papers is simply fascinating – did you know that Sonia Gandhi spoke flawless hindi and that Mayawati was a goddess to the people of India?
The length of the skirts on display at Topshop leaves me in a haze of wonder (how, when, where?) but my doubts are quickly overcome by practical considerations: Do I really have nothing clean except this tunic? Oh well, I guess it sort of looks like a dress. With opaque tights. After a few cocktails.
I find myself not arguing with people for days on. That’s because here machines do everything for you. You can’t buy tube tickets at the counter anymore.
It’s at the machine.
You want to go to the movie? To buy a train ticket?
No need to threaten, bribe or faint. But in a strange sick way, I miss my daily drama.