Sojourns

The past is closer than we realize. Our lives make a thin covering over the layers of many other lives.

I have a train to catch, but I don’t rush. After checking out from the hotel, I walk to Le

After a two-hour rest in one of Hotel des 2 Continent‘s single person rooms, I venture back to the streets

From the Shakespeare and Company Bookstore on the left bank of the Seine River, I walk along la rue Saint-Julien

One night alone in Paris, I stumbled upon a bookstore still open at 10 pm. The warm glow invited me

France is the place I keep going back to. It’s new and old. It’s mystery and memory.  Stuffed like sardines

Everyone has their own way to get to Paris and mine begins with a train departing Santa Fe, New Mexico