the kids had had their fun watching their parents suffer at disneyland, time for my favourite place.
sure you can buy anything online and i do hate going shopping, but there’s something irresistible about this bookshop.
it was one of the places i visited and fell in love with the first time i met paris, not because they sold all 10 copies of my broken heart walking that i brought from indonesia that time.
upon entering the marvelously old-fashioned building, i was thinking what books i was after. i’m a boring person, i love reading whom i have read in the past. so when i entered the poet’s corner, it was like a poignant pilgrim to me.
the souls i grew up with: plath, dickinson, pound, keats, paz, neruda, to mention just a few. the dear, dear souls – they grabbed my little heart straight away. an empty stool, ‘poetry’ stool, was waiting for me: it was a fatal reunion!
what have i been doing all this time? procrastinating writing because life requires me to do other things, practical things like work, study and play. writing awaits at the back of a queue of problems in my head, waiting for the right timing to be dealt with, which doesn’t seem to ever come.
ah well, stop procrastinating: the laundry is waiting.
visit SHAKESPEARE AND CO
this is the seventh post from my 3 weeks in france.
ikks BLACK TOP
current elliott WHITE BOYFRIEND JEANS
karl lagerfeld LEATHER BIKER JACKET
chanel RED CLASSIC BAG
adidas original STAN SMITH
le specs ROUND SUNGLASSES
monica vinader GOLD NECKLACES