each day as i walked or rode to work this week, i smelled paris again.
a mix of exhaust and something new and a moistness in the air.
tuesday was best. it was still dark and reminded me of an early morning scene.
newstands stocking papers.
trucks clearing garbage.
the last sounds of hard-partiers laughing and swaggering along the street.
the tired metro workers heading to another long day.
me, on a walk, thinking of the arc de triomphe.
today, i smelled something different.
i can't remember what it was.
it may have been autumn.
when i visited my babies in the garden, they told me they were happy.