“I opened the hip high gate and found a green wooden bench in the shade”
Anne Schwartz
On a park bench, facing east, in the Square Trousseau, 12th arrondissement
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moments of illumination in the city of light017 “I opened the hip high gate and found a green wooden bench in the shade”
016 “I didn't know what it was she had that I wanted.”
015 “She was still there, with her shining coat of orange and the green belt of the RER C at her feet.”
014 “Paris is its own reason.”
013 “Gilded angels taking off from Châtelet, Bastille, Invalides”
012 “A dialogue out of nowhere and from the 5th dimension”
011 “I started screaming New York-style obscenities.”
010 “Her soul is okay though, she’s just received Holy Communion at Saint-Nicolas, one station before”
009 “It felt like if things continued the way they were, my body would disintegrate”
008 “It reminded me of an Yves Saint Laurent dress, of mermaids and of Christmas”
007 “I felt a sense of relief as I experienced the rare soothing absence of fluorescent light”
006 “My fist flew wildly and connected with the warm Parisian evening air”
005 “Someone handed me a plastic cup of white wine and I sipped it so I didn’t have to make conversation”
004 “The white winter sunshine makes it warm enough for tourists and locals to sit outside the cafe on the Place des Abbesses”
003 “Two cans of beer in the thin plastic bag”
002 “Je ne suis pas une femme facile”
001 “His guitar was underscoring my morning ride beyond Gare du Nord through the graffitied suburbs”
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