Today I took a look again into my 90s travel journal, at the back half of my trip which found me in London, staying with a penpal of mine. At the time I was a shameless Anglophile, peppering my writing with embarrassing British euphemisms and lots of cursing. I was young. Reading back reminded me […]
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Cadbury
Posted in Travel, tagged London on March 24, 2017 | 1 Comment »
The Foreigner
Posted in Travel, tagged France on March 22, 2017 | 3 Comments »
Charlotte. Charlotte said we were going to the squat to meet some of her friends. Where I came from, a squat was a dark, abandoned building full of rats and garbage and junkies, with boards over the windows. In Grenoble, a squat was a crappy house in a bad neighborhood, but it had running water, […]
Grenoble
Posted in Travel, tagged France on March 21, 2017 | 3 Comments »
I met Charlotte when I was 22, when she was visiting Berkeley and dating a guy I knew. She was a street performer who spit fire for francs, and in America, dollars. This involved putting some kind of protective agent into her mouth, followed by a flammable liquid, which she then spit out at her […]
Twelve Hours in Paris
Posted in Travel, tagged Paris on March 21, 2017 | 2 Comments »
Last night I was thinking about Paris, my too-brief time there, trying to see what I could remember of being 23 and alone in that city. The memories are like snapshots, like dreams that don’t fit together. So I dug out a journal from my two-dozen-volume box of journals in my closet, to see what […]