This is the first post I've had some trouble writing. Things are winding down here in Paris for me, and reality has been silently rearing it's ugly, horrible, head. I try to distract myself from thinking about it...Oh look pictures of Paris!

  I finally saw a little snow on Sunday for approximately 3 minutes! One thing I've gotten really good at here is having no agenda . I've become a Flâneur.

"Flâneur (pronounced: [flɑnœʁ]), from the French noun flâneur, means "stroller", "lounger", "saunterer", or "loafer". Flânerie refers to the act of strolling, with all of its accompanying associations. A near-synonym is boulevardier"

Paris encourages this behavior. Wander the streets before settling into an unknown cafe for 4 hours, no one cares, and there are likely many other people doing the same thing.  My best days and most interesting discoveries have occurred  when I let Paris make the decisions.

It's also something that I feel can only be done alone, which I almost always am. Whenever someone is added into the mix, the subconscious "are we having fun?" factor kicks in and spontaneity, in it's purest form, is lost. I turn down a street because I want to or for no particular reason at all. I don't have to think about another person's wants or needs.  I'm enjoying my unique independence here and more than that, I've become comfortable with it. So comfortable that I record videos of myself drinking wine and saying silly french things while confused Parisians look on, which is now what I find humorous. I should come home soon. I will.

Tara Cunningham