Having
visited Greece with my novel before I got on to the computer yesterday, I then
went on a quick trip to France, Paris in particular. This I did by jigsaw.
The
picture is a very idealised watercolour image featuring the inevitable Eiffel Tower.
As I complete the image I find Cole Porter’s song “I Love Paris” reverberates
through my mind/soul. I think I hear my own voice singing, but maybe it’s Ella’s.
Ella Fitzgerald’s version is the only one we have a recording of. Though I’m
not sure it isn’t really Fred Astaire I hear. No matter whose voice I hear, I find
myself smiling, my spirits lifting, a certain jauntiness coming into my
movements.
This
cheap travel is good.
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