Lady @ The Louvre

i lucked up and had friend and photographer play tour guide before his flight 12 hours after. we visited the louvre, cathedral of notre dame, eiffel tower, a taste of the french quarters and a lot of breakdancers. he took some amazing pics that i'll post when i get. i felt very Lady Day, indeed.

Day One:

the streets here are broken and beautiful. full of lovers - hand holding and kissing
public displays teasing and triumphant.


its so saccharine sweet it can make you hate to walk the streets alone. hate how your feet look too big with a matching pair on your left. hate how your waist looks so empty. your smile is almost pasted onto your face. almost. the city of paris is too inviting for the sadness to last long.

the smell of fresh baguettes and the sun pounding against the concrete like a frustrated lover. it is a dance you would miss if you were caught up in the heavy petting. even if it happens everywhere you are. the subway. the grassy hill. the corner. the water pond at the louvre. so you lose yourself in a berthillion.


it is as sweet as a lover's kiss must be. you fall into the fashion stalking the sidewalks. and you breathe. this is Paris. they warned you it was for lovers. there are still steps of Sacre-Coeur to walk. there is the climb of the eiffel tower. and the water of seine to slip yourself between.