Neighbourhood jardin a Paris et pourquois pas?
Pourquois pas ? I ask myself sitting,eating,cooking and sleeping in my Paris flat which is one half the size of my living room in Canada. Why not?
Other than the pure spectac that is Paris, this is a humble place and such stark contrast to my North American abode where I have rooms I don’t enter for weeks and a yard that could fit a multi-family tower with six suites.
Yet this flat- centred in centuries of history and grounded by tradition – needs no excuses. It is Paris after all. And all that can be discovered about the human condition can be discovered here along with all the unanswerable questions. Would someone pass a Sartre svp. Et merci.