The drive from l'Île Adam to Paris takes approximately 1 hour and it's stunning to watch the stunning transition from one to the other. It seemed to me the same thing I always notice when I travel from King William to Richmond, only now times 100, times 1000. And every time inevitably the question comes Which is mine?I have never really known the answer to this question, living as I have between the two. I fear I will never have an answer to this question, or perhaps maybe that is the intention - perhaps I choose not to see the answer. If it even exists.
Before I know it we are in the parking garage and stopped, ripping me from wherever this train of thought was heading. Before walking up the stairs that will lead me to the streets of Paris, I notice an illuminated sign that reads "Vous êtes ici" - You are here - and I can't help but to wonder where "here" is exactly. But my time in Paris is limited and it doesn't encourage meditation.
Before I know it we are in the parking garage and stopped, ripping me from wherever this train of thought was heading. Before walking up the stairs that will lead me to the streets of Paris, I notice an illuminated sign that reads "Vous êtes ici" - You are here - and I can't help but to wonder where "here" is exactly. But my time in Paris is limited and it doesn't encourage meditation.
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