Paris Comes to Cleveland
Recently, Philippa of Interknitter had the good fortune to spend a couple of weeks in Paris. (Go here to see some beautiful pictures and hear all about her trip.) When she posted that she was going, I commented that I could use a little Paris right now. Couldn't we all? She kindly offered to send some Paris to Ohio, and today, c'est ici!
She sent me some lovely buttons from Le Bon Marche.
The red buttons are the most beautiful shade of deep, dark red, a color with which I am currently having a torrid affair. (Speaking of torrid affairs and beautiful reds, have you seen Brooklyn Tweed's Shetland Triangle? Go look.) I have never been to Le Bon Marche, if you can believe it. That's okay. It's good to have unfinished business in Paris.
She also sent a lovely note on a beautiful postcard and a CD that a bespectacled, ponytailed, chainsmoking Frenchman in the record store assured her would make me feel as though I were in the City of Light.
A funny thing ... the record store where she got the disc is located on the rue des Ecoles, which is the street on which I stayed two of the three times I was in Paris. I likely have been in that very store and certainly have walked right past it.
Some places you go just resonate with you. Maybe, while you are there, you get to know not just a city, but also yourself. Perhaps geography, emotion, personal circumstance, and aesthetics combine to lodge the memory of a certain place deep in your heart, where it stays. And you can return to that place again and again, in good times and bad, even if you never make it back there in person. That's what Paris is to me. This is what I think of when I hear the famous Gertrude Stein quote, "America is my country, but Paris is my hometown." So, thank you, Philippa, for sending me a little something from home.