How gorgeous was Paris toward the end of September
Each night became a vine whose leaves
Spread brightness over the city above
Ripe stars nibbled by the drunken birds
Of my fame awaited dawn’s harvest
Another addicting Parov Stelar. Is it possible not to hear ‘tiger’ all the time?
Instead of songs about Paris here’s Jessie Ware walking all over the place. What a nice trip. Anyway I’m going to be there next week, not for the first time though, so I’d be grateful for some non-obvious recommandations of places to see.
Are there any parisian followers? Or maybe someone just happens to know anything interesting after a holiday visit?
I’ve recovered from last week so there will be more posts soon plus an article on writing, hopefully tomorrow. Stay tuned.