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On Rue Cler

Voices echo up from the street in the crispness of the early morning and bring with them the aroma of warm croissants and coffee and the promise of another beautiful day in residential Paris.

Good morning from Rue Cler my home away from home for the next couple of weeks.

I have to pinch myself that I am here at all… Paris gets me like that every time.

The voices downstairs are comforting. They waft up through the open french windows like a warm summer breeze.

“You make a round sound” my high school French teacher used to say [forming the words somehow in the back of her throat] but I haven’t mastered that yet! I’m just grateful to make myself understood at all in this "smooth as silk" language that floats off the tongue when spoken very well.

It fascinates me.

Yesterday we walked to the Luxembourg Palace and Gardens stopping along the way to pick up coffee and macarons in a dear little box tied up with string.

There we sat in the sun of the chilling afternoon and just absorbed and observed… the atmosphere… the vibe… the people… the children floating boats on the lake.

The gardens are in full bloom and amazing. Bees hover insistently going about their business. What strikes me most is the French ability to just sit and do nothing. To simply be.

It reminds me how there’s a time and place for everything… and how you don’t always have to be so busy to be productive. You can just be.

Down on the Boulevard St Michel the scene was quite different as tourists of every persuasion plied the streets in their droves. It was a disconcerting contrast really although the vibe on the streets I understood well as I had stayed in that part of town before.

I remembered the taxi dropping me off three streets away from the cobble-stoned walk up Hotel I was booked into, and how I had wandered the streets dragging my suitcase almost in tears, unable to find my way there.

But I did. And you do.

You find your way there [in Paris and in life] by just going and doing and bumbling through.

I do an awful lot of bumbling through here in Paris… but slowly the place comes to you… the people come around… the place somehow softens.

Smiles help. They are afterall the universal language when ordinary words fail.

“Oui oui… yes… we do coffee. I’ll make you one” came the warm response to my vast relief. We smiled. Merci beaucoup. Thank you!

Now someone is whistling La Vie en Rose out on the street. How funny is that?! It's wafting up with the coffee and croissants. I really must go get some ;) 

 

parler bientôt! :)

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  • Jean Burman
  • artist studioaustralian artistfrancejean burmanparisparis sojourntravel

Comments on this post ( 7 )

  • Aug 11, 2014

    Jean,
    All those sweets look so tempting. I’m glad you’ve followed your passion and have gone back to Paris. Have a great time and I look forward to hearing more of your postings.
    Mollie

    — Mollie Bosworth

  • Aug 11, 2014

    Paris so suits you, sweet Jean. Enjoy my friend xxx

    — Amanda Spencer

  • Aug 12, 2014

    Thanks so much Mollie :)

    — Jean

  • Aug 12, 2014

    Thanks Amanda :) will do x

    — Jean

  • Aug 07, 2016

    You sound happy which makes me happy

    — Raylee

  • Aug 12, 2016

    Merci belle amI I have showered but cannot sleep so joining you in La belle France.

    — ElInor

  • Aug 28, 2016

    Really enjoyed re reading this account of your adventures in Paris. I have two lots of friends there at the moment. So envious!

    — Lynne

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