September was silent. No blog entries, but many exits – out of Florida, out of the summer, out of the state of suspension in which I was inhabiting. The ambiguity which thrived in that state (do I stay or do I go), has given way to something a little more concrete. At least in the sense that I am here. I am in Paris. I arrived a little over two weeks ago. I am again surrounded by all the cafés, the yellow mailboxes, the bridges. I love living in a city which is stitched together by so many bridges: 37 bridges in a city which covers an area of only 40 square miles, connecting the Right Bank to the Left Bank with all the islands in between. Bridges featured prominently in my own Parisian love story last year, and here's to hoping that this year, again, Paris will help me to stitch together all the various parts of myself into something as beautiful.
