The Rekindled Friendship of A Dreamer in Paris {And Blanquette de Poulet à l’Ancienne}
Foreword, from La La Land
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot
She smiled
Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again
Here’s to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Prologue, A Visit 13-Years in the Making
Sometime in 2016…
“We’ve had twelve years of foreplay; it’s about time we see each other, don’t you think?”
Months later …
“Happy new year to you too. I wish you a happier 2017 than 2016. I also wish you the opportunity to travel to Paris!”
Some days later …
“Are you free on the weekend of …. ?”
“I am no longer free because you are coming?” (Isn’t that just the most perfect line for a story?…)
I’m having a lazy day at home, enjoying the fact that I can get up late and do nothing. It’s days like this that I have time to think, ponder about my life.
