Walter Benjamin would frown

on getting lost in a city with an iPhone and it’s gps. pretty sure.

experience isn’t even remotely similar to getting lost in paris’ historic district for eight hours a day for a week. my high point then was stumbling upon the Picasso museum and the tiny cafes where I could have hot tea and a real croissant. though no free refills on tea was a shock to my Americanized system. didn’t even know Picasso made assemblages until that day. it was a good day, a good week.

today is beautiful. though it is quite different–the city is much smaller and my native tongue is spoken.


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