Outside our apartment--heading home.
I don’t know where to begin. This was a ‘very grateful’ trip from beginning to end. But what about silence, solitude and simplicity? In a way, those don’t fit with a trip to Paris when traveling with one’s daughter and grandchildren. In the usual way of considering the 3S’s, I had little time for any of them. And yet….
Our apartment was silent at night, so if silence is lack of abrasive noise, there was plenty. (The kids had fun together so there was a fair amount of giggling, and they didn’t argue.)
There wasn’t much time for solitude, but if solitude is lack of stress and tension, there was plenty.
Riding the metro, sightseeing, eating, and all that goes into travel isn’t simple, but if simplicity is figuring it out with ease, there was plenty.
Paris taught me new ways to consider silence, solitude and simplicity.
Our apartment was silent at night, so if silence is lack of abrasive noise, there was plenty. (The kids had fun together so there was a fair amount of giggling, and they didn’t argue.)
There wasn’t much time for solitude, but if solitude is lack of stress and tension, there was plenty.
Riding the metro, sightseeing, eating, and all that goes into travel isn’t simple, but if simplicity is figuring it out with ease, there was plenty.
Paris taught me new ways to consider silence, solitude and simplicity.