Excitement, where are you?

I feel so restless. Normally I have things that keep me occupied, even if it's sleeping, but today I am lost and every minute is an hour.

You'd think at my age I am grateful for time slowing down! Instead actually I feel most uncomfortable. I want for the excitement of my youth. I want to be dancing in the rain with some young man (I don't mind which as long as he is handsome), and to be singing in the bars with the old men watching me and wishing that they were young again. I want to have the dreams I had when I was younger, to see the world and make love to princes and be arrested for smoking hashesh where it wasn't allowed, and riding on horses through deserts and diving into the sea from sailing yachts with fishes swimming near my feets, and to wear long dresses and head scarves like an exotic creature drinking cocktails by a piscine and palm trees with the jetsons. No, not jetsons. Jet sets?

Instead of all these marvellous idees I am looking out of a small window at the street while a man with a huge stomach takes boxes from his van into the small marche on the corner. I think it's cherries or something - ah and this one is water, bottles of boring water. Even his boxes are boring.

I could go out to a cafe and see what the tourists are wearing. That's quite good fun in the summer. You can guess which nationalite they are sometimes because of what they wear on their feets. Yes. Shoes are a perfect discovery of somebody's nature. What are you wearing on your feets today? (For me I am wearing only nail paint.) Lzb


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Shoe Troubles : Part I

Ow, my feet have killed me as you say. This afternoon I went out to see a friend who opened his new shop today. It's not a very usual shop - inside there are wigs, shoes, other peoples clothes, and house objets d'art, as well as many other things. I'm not sure it will be a great success but he is so proud of it. Well, I had to wear something special and so I choose some high heels that are really only for dinner or the bedroom. You don't want to walk the streets in these. (Can I say this?) Anyway I went to see the shop and it was a party of friends and not really for customers. Afterwards we went out nearby in the Marais to drink. It's always so much fun here. Then James, the proprietor, decided he wanted to dance so we went to a dance bar. Of course, I had been drinking champagne since the afternoon and so I forgot my tight shoes and I danced a lot. With everyone! Now I have to pay the cost! They are so painful. I think I've really hurt myself actually. I am going to put them inside a bucket of water. Normally I use fresh mint for my feet water but tonight I am fresh out. This is bad planning. I must remember to bring home some mint when I go out in these shoes again. Lzb

Samedi en croute!

Good evening, what a night I have had! You wouldn't think it could be so much fun to stay inside an apartment during a whole Samedi soir - and yet, I feel so alive. A few days ago I was in a small restaurant drinking cafe after lunch. Everyone else had left but of course I was in no hurry. No office, no hurry. Bien. And so. After a while the chef comes into the restaurant area and we begin to chat - about apples, and shoes, and the seasons. It was such a beautiful, flowing conversation. And he was so handsome and dark, like a Greek athlete or something. Anyway, he asked why I had chosen the cassoulet and not the steak, when the steak was Argentinian steak and really the best boeuf in the world and I replied that really, steak was like trying to eat something that doesn't want to be eaten - you can't cut it with the knife, you can't chew it - and then you have to swallow it whole and have pains in the stomach because really you have ingested a tyre of cow meat in large pieces. He laughed at me. 'You are so wrong, mademoiselle.' he said. 'Let me cook you a steak sometime. It will be like eating melting velvet.' 'You think so?' I said. And subsequently, tonight, after he finished work, this delicious man came to my apartment with his own equipment and as we talked he began to prepare the most delicious production. And he was so passionate with his work. At one point we were so lost in each others company that he let the reduction burn and in a moment of rage he took the small pan and threw it through the window into the night! It really was thrilling. He apologised for his culinary error. But it was a perfect outcome. When we ate the steak unaccompanied but for the wine it was so good! And yes, like melting velvet. Oh what a wonderful man and a wonderful night. How lucky we are to have such encounters as this. Lzb