That was turning into a long post so I figured I’d split it.
Today I walked. Not that far I
suppose, really I strolled from the Louvre to the Marais winding through small
streets that I didn’t know. Looked in
interesting shops, found a terrific pair of rust linen pants, stopped fairly
often to sit on a bench somewhere and people watch. Had a nice low-key time.
And realized something. When I
lived with someone – two someones but one after the other, I loved to go away
by my self. I got to have time to
myself and do what I wanted when I wanted. Now that I live alone I’d rather go away with someone. I think. Maybe it’s just that the someone I came to Paris with a month ago – and
went to Barcelona with 5 weeks ago – is a good traveling companion. Or maybe we like doing the same things so
there was never any issue about what we did when. And when we didn’t want to do something together it was no big
deal, we just did whatever.
Today’s highlight, other than finding the linen pants, was getting bird
pooped on twice. I don’t know if it was
one bird that really didn’t like me or two birds. I don’t think I’ve ever been bird pooped on before.
Yesterday’s was finding this massager. It’s called a butterfly massager because there’s a thing shaped like
butterfly wings that you use to attach it to your body. You use a remote control to make it
work. I think it would be a great two-person
massager. One wears it and the other
has the remote. Any takers?
so is this one of the bad boys?
French dogs have such attitude
I love churches
and quirky gardens. This is a cow and a woman
and I'm a sucker for people in love
and waht would Paris be without the Eiffel tower?
if you go on the internet and look up a venus butterfly massager you'll find a remote controlled clitoral massager, the expensive kinds are cordless. it is fodder for many smut stories.
Posted by: mainja | June 25, 2006 at 10:55 PM