~aventures du louchette flâneurse: 53ème~

January 6th, 2010

We began our last morning in Paris at our local belle époque Café Charbon, and then hustled to the train which took us through Belgium to Aachen, where we stopped to visit a friend en route to Berlin.

A few nights back we saw a good chunk of Cabaret, which I spose heralds our homeward crawl. Isherwood lived in our current German hood, Schöneberg, and wrote Goodbye to Berlin about his neighbors, who are, suffice it to say, exactly like our neighbors.

I have mixed emotions about departing–sad to say goodbye to Paris, yet ready to get on with the new year and as Bowie said of Berlin, A New Career in a New Town. I’ve been away from Germany for three months, and only lived there four before flitting off to this dense adventure. Paris has opened to me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. I am grateful to the universe (and Jerome Foundation) for this time.

To wit: all local research has been completed for the next project, I am nearly done with a proper first draft of the current book. As for the blog: 53 posts in 53 days, a record for me (and now, a respite).

The early months of the year (much less decade) have always something vague and melancholy about them to me. Best to tromp well into it, and with a certain reckless, embracing abandon. To quote Keats, There is nothing stable in the world; uproar’s your only music. Onward!