slow but surely, my sunny scrap blanket is growing.
here it is, in the little nook i've claimed as my own private knitting space,
overlooking rue blaineville in the 5th arrondisement.
i'm the earliest riser in this household, and probably also for this corner of paris.
so i knit away, listening to french music, and watch as these shutters open, one by one, and my parisienne neighbours go about getting ready for their day.
i brought along my little paperback walden on this trip.
i keep it in my purse and pull it out to read on the park benches or at the cafes
when we are out and about town.
i find myself rereading the same favourite passage,
'i wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow out of life...'
even though i am currently far from any life in the woods...
i am so grateful for the chance to simplify life while travelling to this city
and to be able to get every last bit of goodness out of it.
what are you knitting? reading?
care to share?