*July fourteen two thousand eight*
For the past 3 years or so, i started to get a little cheesily nostalgic around the national-day-celebrations between July 4th and July 14th, for reasons i can't put my finger on. It must have something to do with being in a foreign country for so long... i don't know. I missed the fourth of July fireworks again this year in NYC like i do every year. And i kind of regret i did.
Lame, i know.
But it makes me even more frustrated that i am going to miss the ones on the Eiffel tower tonight as Bastille day is being celebrated all over France. I never cared for these things before, never. Especially since i am the opposite of a patriotic. It is simply a foreign concept to me.
But as you get older, it seems like you start fitting more and more into the i love my country mold. I don't know. More than anything this is just another way for me to say i miss my damn country.
Anyway, i feel no shame stating that i wish i was at this very moment sipping on ice-cold pastis watching the fireworks on the Champs Elysees from a hotel balcony in Paris. No shame.
Lame, i know.
Puisqu'il m'est une fois de plus impossible de capturer la magie des feux d'artifices du 14 juillet, je me suis mise a les rever, comme quand j'etais enfant...
Il m'est possible en fermant les yeux de me souvenir des petards grisants, des fontaines d'etoiles incandescentes irisant la ville comme on ne l'a jamais vue, des odeurs de mergez grillees et de barbapapa, et des lampions qui s'eteignent comme se tait l'accordeon du musicien qui a trop bu.
Ca manque ca, c'est sur.






































