Vagabond Artist

Sitting on the canape` in the flat on rue saint Jacques listening to Caetano Veloso's Perfil thinking of the last minute things that I need to take to Florence for next week. Basically everything is last minute because I didn't pack anything yet.

I looked at the meteo for the next week in Tuscany and it is 23,24 degrees Celcius far from the rainy day here in the city of light. Who ever gave that name to paris, a city so grey. Can you imagine Francis Mayes coming to Paris and buying some run down trashy Parisien flat and fixing it up under the Parisien SUN?!!

I am worried that I am going to like it too much back in Florence and not want to come back to my atelier in Ivry with the panorama on the smoke stacks and train tracks and other urban sites far from the beauty of Piazza Santa Croce where I used to go every two hours to walk my little doggy.

Why did I have to fall in love with someone so far from my dog and from Vestri's hot chocolate?

I bought a plane ticket air France to go and come back then the next day my ex husband said that yes he would like for me to bring the car back, so when i called air France they told me that if I did not take the aller flight the retour flight was null; a no show. I didn't pay the extra 8 euro to make the ticket changeable so basically threw away 250 euro.

Worried that I might get stuck in Florence (sounds enticing) being so close to Easter I bought a train ticket just in case I cannot use the air France flight back. Who knows i might drive the car back.

Yesterday I counted the paintings that I have done since i have been here 2 1/2 months 41. Twenty-four are going to Le Botteghe in Castellina in Chianti. I love Castellina. I wish I could beam me up scotty and be there right now have an expresso and beam myself back to rue Saint Jacques.

Time to pack my bag.