today

I don't really know what the climate is like in Paris, but on these rainy melancholy days I imagine myself as a frenchwoman. Today, instead of going to work (probably at a street flower shop or an old bookstore) I would call in sick (on my black old-timey wall-phone). Then I would walk to get a chocolate croissant, carry it to the Orsay and look at impressionist art all morning.

Then for lunch I would go get another chocolate croissant, and it would be the best day ever.