Posted by
Claudia Moser
on
2:04 PM
in
BlogFest 2012,
Cat,
Paris
Kelly had a lovely question, which reminded me of Paris and the Seine banks and also of Le Chat Noir.
I associate this picture with the capital of France, with its flavours and lovely impressions. Somehow I smell autumn in my nostrils while walking under the October sun on the street of Montparnasse, can you feel it too?
What about you? How do you feel about cats, black cats, superstitions?
Motto
"A story is not like a road to follow … it's more like a house. You go inside and stay there for a while, wandering back and forth and settling where you like and discovering how the room and corridors relate to each other, how the world outside is altered by being viewed from these windows. And you, the visitor, the reader, are altered as well by being in this enclosed space, whether it is ample and easy or full of crooked turns, or sparsely or opulently furnished. You can go back again and again, and the house, the story, always contains more than you saw the last time. It also has a sturdy sense of itself of being built out of its own necessity, not just to shelter or beguile you."
by Alice Munro
I associate this picture with the capital of France, with its flavours and lovely impressions. Somehow I smell autumn in my nostrils while walking under the October sun on the street of Montparnasse, can you feel it too?
