...After they've seen Paree?"
It's a song that rings through my head daily.
Here's my version of the farm, where I am living in Virginia.
And the view..
And the neighbor, my new best friend.
It's hard for me to imagine that three short weeks ago I was an urban dweller, a resident of Paris. I am now surrounded by hawks and fields and rolling hills; Paris is a world away.
At the same time, it's hard for me to believe that I am not still in Paris. I meet other Americans here who have lived in France. We talk of the urge, the need to return. Or some who claim that "you can't go home again."
Home meaning Paris.
I'll keep writing about Paris and France and the French connection as I settle into my new life (when current spotty Internet connections permit..) I've realized that Paris is in my bones, no matter where on earth I am.
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I'm sure you will have many hard moments in the days to come.
Oh, and by the way, I've tagged you on my blog - Merry Christmas!
I know how you feel. I miss it so much, too. At some point, I resigned myself to the fact that I will never experience the same type of happiness anywhere else that I experienced in Paris.
My computer is finally back on.
It looks sunny there.
Paris is gloomy.
What's you new best friend's name?
XX
Mary
I think that your place looks like a great place to get a lot of writing done. I also tagged you for my blog,
Delightful, all of it! I'm so glad you shared. It's nice to know where Polly has landed for now.
yes you will. i moved back from paris in 1993 and i still think and talk about it pretty much every day in one way or another. bonne chance!
It looks like a lovely place but I am certain the adjustment will take time. It IS dramatically different from urban Paris! Merry Christmas!
Polly, have i missed something? Have you said why you left Paris? Somehow, from reading your blog, it's hard to grasp why Virginia?!
in any event, merry merry and happy happy...
Bonnes Fêtes !
Maybe you can pretend it's your chateau in the south of France.
Mary Blake: New best friend is named Butch; his twin brother is Sundance...they remind me of the twins in the Tin-Tin books who did everything in tandem.
And I do miss Paris, but Virginia is beautiful and serene. If Jefferson was content to move from Paris to the hills of Virginia, who am I to refuse?? Besides, I'll be back from time to time -- can't keep me away for too long!
Merry Christmas, dear Polly! It's like I told my daughter when she was four and feared turning five..."But that time will always be in you!" And so you will always have Paris in you even when you are in Virginia.
Just keep talking about it...that helps!
Meilleurs voeux!!
Je pense que le blog d'Eric qui met en ligne une photo de Paris par jour t'aidera à le garder dans ta chair et ta mémoire... :)
Fais signe quand tu repasses !
Beautiful new home :)
But you are correct. Paris gets in your blood. I have not lived there, but visited...and I am dying to go again.
I wrote just such a post last month addressing this exquisite universal yearning to be in Paris [growing older and sexier, bien sûr!], entitled "A Shimmering Desire" on www.parigigi.wordpress.com
We all need to live there at least once!!
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