after breakfast we went for a stroll around Montmartre. I showed Joel and Nash the Moulin Rouge, outside which they bought crepes. we walked to Sacre Cour before catching the metro into the city, stopping at Shakespeare and Co on our way to the Louvre. the bookshop means a lot to me, and thought the resident cat was away on their holiday, it was lovely to be back, listening to visitors tinker away at the piano upstairs.
the Louvre was lovely - always a total treat, never losing its novelty. I returned to the winged victory and the lovers (Psyche and Cupid), both of which now sit among my favourite pieces I’ve seen with my own eyes.
dinner with Alex - who hasn’t changed since we said goodbye in Brighton nearly three years ago. pizza for dinner and lots of laughs. commuting to another part of the city, we met up with some of Alex’s friends, joining them for rounds of pool and drinks. exhausted by the time we returned to our hosrel, though grateful for a lovely day with my friends.
called Isaiah this morning - still manages to be a highlight of my week with everything going on. Brighton in less than two days now. I haven’t stopped to process this amidst the distractions with which I’ve been filling my days. a lot of nostalgia even in Paris. unsure where the next week will take me. moving gently where I can. <<
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