Today I left Paris.
And that should be good enough for me.
I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk at 4 a.m. Paris was half awake, half asleep; early deliveries were starting, late night partiers were stumbling home. I ignored them all as I recalled my many steps upon these sidewalks over the past two months. I confess that I added a tear or two to seaward flow of the Seine.
Today I left Paris.
Not the first time, maybe not the last. I left the food, the art, the architecture, the attractive people, the homeless on the sidewalks, the metro, the parks, the small shops and the giant stores. I left a city of luxury, a city of poverty, a city under siege and a city of love. I left a city frozen in time yet moving forward at the speed of light.
Today I left Paris.
In body, yes, but not in soul. For now I know I have some of Paris in my soul.
A piece of my heart remains Paris.
And that is good enough for me.
P.S. On a more practical note I realized later that I left my washcloth in Paris. Darn!
