|Interior dome. Galleries Lafayette.|
As many of you know, I went to Paris with a long time friend and Lee Ohio client. Along with touring Versailles, the Louvre, shopping and just enjoying Paris in general, she was able to give me some great insight into my company from the outside perspective of a loyal client. After much discussion over some of the best Italian food I've ever had (ha!), yummy pastis and croissants galore, we came to the conclusion that I'm not really using my blog. Thus I've decided to open up a bit more and show you behind the curtain; delve into the magic of Lee Ohio and show you what makes me, well, me. I will do my best to keep my (from the inside perspective, charming) self-deprecating humor at a minimum and also to stay clear of the hot topics of religion and politics. Though as to the second portion of the statement, I can make no guarantees about the latter half as I am somewhat of a passionate junkie. But I must admit, my life, on a day to day basis, is well - kind of boring. And I like to write in free-form thought, with lots of hyphens, comas, parentheses and semi-colons. And with lots of digressions. So, I'm not sure yet how I'm going to (clumsily) write about it... or how I'll actually get through it if I were to actually stumble upon it, a topic. But I digress.
|from La Sainte-Chapelle (exterior) Île de la Cité, Paris|
So, I went to Paris. And now, I am back. It is hard to come home. Don't misunderstand me, I love my home: my house, my Dan, my Howie and Cookie and the Freds (doves) and Butters ('keet), and the fishies. But Paris. Or anywhere that the responsibilities aren't there and the day-to-day doesn't exist. I'm readjusting as best I can but I must say it is hard and bittersweet. I am happy to be home. I missed home. But I miss the architecture, the couture fashion, fresh food everyday and the plan of something exciting to see. Po-dunk, Mississippi, just isn't quite the same. As I said to dear my dear T (who I also miss so much), "We'll always have Versailles."