6:22 PM in Paris
(6:22 PM Paris Time)
My writer's block is dissolving and I promise you it's because I'm in France. This country does something for my creative juices that no other place does. I'm standing on the train platform, waiting for the express to Paris. Listening to SZA sing Sweet November. I remember when I first discovered her voice and played her on repeat when the girls and I toured Thailand. Now here I am, exactly one year later bumping her, bopping my head, and stomping my blue All Saints on the concrete of anther foreign country. Life is good.
Spent the last two days and Istanbul and if I could describe my first experience with the Turks, I would have to say it was on some "eat pray love" sh't....
To be continued...
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