Saturday, February 15
My first flowers: Centre Culturel Irlandais
I’ve been busy proclaiming my intention to write a book. Staying at the Irish Cultural Center in Paris often means people “want to know,” that is, what are you up to? Not only does the Center have artists in residences, it attracts fellow travelers: writers and would be writers. I explain to those who ask that I’m working on a “project.” If more is required, I describe the book I aiming to create. “It’s an exploration of my grandparent’s experience as immigrants, background history of the times, anthropological theory, and fiction.” This idea sounds ridiculous to my ears let alone theirs. But I say it none the less. As I told one of the administrators who politely inquired, “I admit to what I’m doing as a way of keeping my feet to the fire.” To another inquisitive writer, I lamented that since the book encompasses vast amounts of material, the notion of sorting through it overwhelms me. She described her approach as plowing through and seeing where it leads. I agree. What choice do I have?
I managed to avoid my nemesis, the blank page, by searching for a set of glasses: one for flowers, one for drinking, one for toothbrush and toothpaste, one for pens and pencils. But this is Paris where like stores often live side by side: book stores, furniture stores, plumbing stores, sock stores. I thought I was up to locating the street of houseware “magasins”: this is not my first foray. But after several turns around the neighborhood, no success. What to do? I knew the Monoprix on Boulevard Saint Michel didn’t have them. Been there, done that. Then, I remembered the outlet or overstock stores catty corner to the Luxembourg Gardens. I purchased two which fit the bill and was able to buy L’Official, the weekly bible of goings on in Paris, at the kiosk. Now I can avoid that blank page by perusing all that Paris has to offer.
Having walked five miles and been awake for 36 hours, I made it home, had a long nap, and, then, a very good dinner at my old stomping grounds, La Méthode.
An Itinerant Woman 