I’ve been in an early-summer slump lately. Or maybe it is more like a wilt, akin to the way delicate plants behave when hit with too much sun. I have to admit that I’m not a big fan of hot summer days — they burn my skin if I’m not religious about sunscreen, they make running more difficult, they sap my energy and leave me feeling generally unmotivated. On top of all these complaints, I have a summer cold — a thing that shouldn’t be allowed due to its oxymoronic quality.
But in a couple of days I’m heading to Paris. Yes, again! This time I’m going for a week-long writer’s workshop (gulp — kinda scary) which I will report back on when I return.
I think I’ve mentioned before that Paris is not among my favourite European cities. I have felt, in my visits, like I’ve failed to “get” it — perhaps because I’m not really one for shopping, and because French food often overwhelms me. But I’m definitely not going to complain about the chance to spend a week there in summer. And who knows — maybe this will be the time that I stumble onto a secret gem that isn’t overrun with other tourists. Or maybe this time I will catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower at night in a way that takes my breath away, as I have heard others describe.
If nothing else, I hope to be back in July with new insights on writing and renewed energy for blogging!
P.S. Got any Paris tips — things to do, see, eat? I’d love to hear them.