it's paris, baby

so here i am. once more and again.
seems like i've bitten through the crunchy crust or say the silver lining of this city. and now dust has become just dust, garbage just garbage and this place just a place. well. i still love the view of montmartre. and the houses of the boulevards. but guess it's never gonna be the same again. it might be the good old question of love. or friendship. residing in the fact to really know someone/ something but to still love it. or, even better, to still be in love with it.
now, don't get me wrong.. (as if you ever could) & (as if i didn't do it myself)
gotta take this as a lecture. four walls are four walls. anywhere. and the place you're running to, searching for an escape, might easily itself become a place you want to escape from.
fair enough. but how on earth will i ever settle down? oh well, maybe i won't.
ain't a big deal, is it.

ps. picked up two books of Stephen Clarke. the one who gives a laugh-out-loud account of the pleasures and perils of being a Brit in France. well, cruel as i am i'll laugh at both of the great cultures. don't call me evil. it's just sarcasm being one of my oldest friends. vive la france! [kh-kh]