French Market III 
posted by Autumn at 5:58 AM
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Words
I think that someone will remember us in another time. Sappho
"And the wind, as well you know, is a boundless vacancy, the sound the world makes when a moment dies." From the poem "Boundaries" by Jose Emilio Pacheco.
2 Comments:
you make it look prettier than it is...
you know what i miss most? cozy cafes wher you can hang for hours and the smells, all the odors of that city the confederate jasmine and sweet olive and the spilled beer and sewage.. funny the things you miss...
Sweet olive is one of my favorite scents. Though I'm excited by the prospect of the mulchy, wet, dark smell of decaying leaves in the fall. You can't get that here.
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