Today I was supposed to be flying to Paris for a week of writing. For several years it has been a routine, perhaps even a ritual, to spend a week in Paris after I have planned out a book and when I am ready to write.
I wonder when I will get to do that again? I took this photo when I was there in February. J’aime Paris.
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