On Sunday, after a long week of work and seeing friends I hadn’t seen in a while and a few sleepless nights, I biked to the stretch of the Seine near the Musée d’Orsay and sat along the river by myself and drew and wrote letters. It did a lot of good.
While I watched the boats go by and turned my face to the sun, I heard a rattling of cars going by. Teeny, tiny cars pulled on a string by a man.As he and his trailing vehicles passed behind me, a few of the trucks toppled. He stopped, ran to rescue them and turn them upright, and cried out to assure everyone in the vicinity that everything was all right. Then he continued on his way.
It was a good day.
I hope you all had a good weekend!