Honestly Kid

by Daniel Damkoehler


2nd thoughts

My Head In Paris

Nice Hat Lautrec!

Nice Hat Lautrec!

I con­fess.

True all week.

My head has been in Paris.

Having to shout across the Atlantic has caused some dif­fi­cul­ty being heard (much less hear­ing), but the sore throat is well worth it. More chal­leng­ing still: see­ing what I was doing each day, where I was going, what I was ‘work­ing on’, what I wore, and what I was feed­ing the cat.

Navigating Paris with just a head on the oth­er hand was­n’t as chal­leng­ing as one might first expect. First of all, it’s a city with a great tra­di­tion of peo­ple who are more head than body, I mean have you seen a pic­ture of Toulouse-Lautrec or even Sartre? These men wore large hats.

For the first few of days, most every day Parisians did­n’t pay any heed to my nog­gin bob-bob-bob­bin’ along the Champs-Élyseé or parked in a café chair in St. Germain des Prés. On about the fourth day, some­one did men­tion that my head was block­ing her view of the Venus de Milo’s toes, but I rolled to one side and calm returned to the halls of the Louvre.

My body will wing its way to Paris this evening, there to join my head for a relax­ing autum­nal week in the city of Balzac, Hugo, Sartre, Débord, Picasso, Cocteau, and tak­ing dreams for real­i­ty because there you may believe in the real­i­ty of your dreams.

Love to hear what I should­n’t miss or best not both­er with…

One Response to “My Head In Paris”

  1. Jack » September 25th, 2009

    walk­ing is the thing to do above all