Thinking about what I'd like to do tomorrow: sleep in, natch, and then breakfast at maybe Flore or Magots, a short stroll past Karl Lagerfeld's art book store and Debauve & Gallais and then hang a left at Sonia Rykiel... perhaps afterward a loll in Jardin du Luxembourg (one of my favorite photos of me is there, wryly sneaking right out of the frame), The ideal agenda: one with nothing on it. I was reminded of a dream I had, of coming to Paris, when I had no heat in New York. Leaving for the month of January was the smartest thing I ever did; I may never spend the dead of winter there again. And then I read on Criterion that today was the day that Jules et Jim was released. Cosmic? Always.
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