The name of the city alone is likely to get the imagination going....Paris, the moveable feast, with its elegant white buildings and palaces, the small neighbourhood cafés and the ingrained feeling that un je ne sais quoi is afoot.
Yes, something is happening, and it is happening in the email I just received - and, interestingly enough it is happening to me!
A collection of poems I wrote in French has been accepted for publication by Éditions L'Harmattan, one of the best known publishers in France.
It is time to take a deep breath and to switch off the laptop.
I'm off to an evening walk.