Ah, those French. They are so much more evolved than us. Jolie laide (ugly-pretty) is their term for a sort of off-key beauty. Uh, not that I am, just that I appreciate the balance in the lop-sided. And I struggle for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another, sometimes creating a gorgeous gasp of a moment. So here is some of what I see.
Ah, those French. They are so much more evolved than us. Jolie laide (ugly-pretty) is their term for a sort of off-key beauty. Uh, not that I am, just that I appreciate the balance in the lop-sided. And I struggle for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another, sometimes creating a gorgeous gasp of a moment. So here is some of what I see.
It's way past my bedtime and the poker game is still going on. The construction crew has drunk all my scotch. A jovial slab of pink-cheeked Ohio Irish has outbluffed a skillet-faced hatchet from Michigan. I am standing with a man from a farm in the southwest. He wonders how he got here. I know my route has had more turns than my grandmother's spinning wheel, but I know exactly where I am.
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