Long live the independent bookseller & publisher!
Paris, dear friends, is full of books. And quite naturally, I want them all. The literary magazines. The collections of poetry. The copies of books I've already read. And holy cow the children's books! French things, I find, are deceptively simple or elaborately complex. I'm tempted on a daily basis to drink my hand soap because it smells so good. It's a simple, cheap crème à la lavande- combined with milk and almonds and honey and everything that is good about this country. Y. even found a shampoo made with honey and chamomile tea leaves. I have never felt so homesick, yet increasingly, I have never felt so charmed. I am so terribly behind on things I'd like to remember, I'll never catch up at this rate!
P.S. If anyone knows how to buy concert tickets in Paris, I would be ever so grateful!
