The other day, a Buzzfeed quiz popped up on my feed titled "What City Should You Actually Live In?" My guilty conscience swarmed for allowing myself to waste time on something so silly...but I simply couldn't help myself. Surprise, Surprise - I got Paris, France.
This post also feels like the perfect setting to recommend two of the absolute best movies I've seen recently. Both being French Romantic Comedies - Amelie and Populaire. These discoveries make me never want to watch an American film again! Give me a plane ticket and a time machine because 1950s Paris is all I could ever want.
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| Amelie |
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| Populaire |
Winter in Chicago
marked Chicagoans
we travel swiftly on taxi strewn roads,
lemons rolling in a granite bowl.
the strut of our competent heels
bites the sidewalk,
edges smeared by the ashen slush
and the salty speckles splashed
onto backs of black
cigarette jeans.
the snow releases itself
in curtains of harmony
developing the city, top to bottom,
like hand-copied sheet music.
sprinklings of climactic melody
run in sixteenth notes through stitches
of knit hats and scarves.
we don’t flinch
at the roaring of the tracks;
the subway is our lullaby (especially
in the winter when Midwestern ice slices
through ring fingers in thick layers)
discontented mothers search for nothing
in handbags because they don’t understand
that what they’re looking for will wait
for them if they just turn their head
to the sky and see.
sometimes we walk along believing
that the veil of gray forces us to disappear,
but like the sheer tulle billowed
across a bride’s face,
winter in Chicago
amplifies the beauty of its rushing people
a concealed secret to be revealed
before the world even begins to dream
of Spring.
I wore a beautiful black turtle neck with a keyhole opening on the chest. My beautiful friends were looking lovely as usual.The macaroons were divine and the company was even better. très belle!
