Living at the Edge… or a few more reasons I love Paris

Paris is an “edge” for me. I don’t really know the language, but I’m trying and getting more comfortable each day. I keep putting myself into situations that challenge me...



Paris is an “edge” for me. I don’t really know the language, but I’m trying and getting more comfortable each day. I keep putting myself into situations that challenge me...
For me, the first meal in Paris is always the hardest especially in a new neighborhood. Everything always looks odd and unfamiliar. Oh wait, that's what it means to be a pilgrim, right?... to be a strange person in a strange land?
Just when I begin to think my sense of direction is beginning to become more stable and/or that I have all the gadgets and maps I need to keep me on the straight and narrow, I decide to test it...
"Lift your foot; cross over; move into emptiness of question and answer and question." - Rumi"
Fresh out of my imagination... a spanking new (potential) chapter for my upcoming novel... Should I show this or not? It's risky. Yes, it is... but what the heck? Hope you enjoy!!