At the moment I am having strong desires to escape the sameness of home (yes, it has come upon me once again) and be in another place completely. Once I would have just gone, but nowadays I can't because there's this little thing called L, and his five year old life means there are lots of reasons to stay put. Sometimes I like this feeling, sometimes I go mad and have to read lots of library books about living in Paris/Rarotonga/New York/anywhere that is not here....I've always travelled but I haven't been away for ages, not overseas, anyway. I'm going to have to make the little trips count, I think.
ONCE UPON A TIME IN PARIS