Not living close to your friends is one of the most frustrating things that life taught me. It had already been two months that I didn't see Alexis so I went to Paris on a whim yesterday. We have a weird tradition, Alexis and I: we always eat at a Japanese if we meet for a lunch. We both love it - especially him. He drools when I mention the word "sushi" - and it's not very expensive. So as usual, we met at Odéon and went to the place we are quite familiar with. We didn't have to look at the menu; we knew what we wanted. We ate delicious makis and skewers. We drank. We walked. But mostly, we talked - he more than I. We talked about our lives; what we liked about it, what we disliked, what we want, what we expect... It was great to talk to a good friend, which I lack here in the new city.
It snowed and then it was sunny then it rained. The weather was capricious and unpredictable but I didn't really mind. I discovered new streets and walked along the Seine. Despite the piercing wind and occasional snow, I could see that spring was arriving. Pink buds on trees were ornamenting grey streets. I felt a bud ready to bloom in my heart too.
I met another friend for a cup of tea in the afternoon. We went for furniture shopping as well since he was looking for a height-adjustable wooden chair. As I thought, we didn't find any. It was still nostalgic to walk on the small streets of Marais. When we finally got to Le Loir dans la Théière, my mouth was dry and my throat was pleading for something to drink. We each ordered a pot of tea and shared a piece of lemon meringue with a huge amount of cream on the top. We obviously talked about guilty pleasure. The salon de thé had walls full of posters glued upon one another. The posters were both recent and old - a miscellaneous collection of time. Other walls bore paintings of Alice in Wonderland. The tea party! Although the service was slow and people around were loud, I enjoyed talking to my friend and drinking the cup of tea with, of course, spoonfuls of creamy lemon meringue.
On my way back, I sketched a little on the bus. It is something I do nowadays, sketching and coloring afterwards. It's a better way to spend time than reading through Facebook news feeds, being creative that is.
All in all, it was a fruitful day, even sleep came fast.
xx
Liz
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