Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas!
If you go to the “About the name” page, you will read that this blog got it’s name from a Leonard Cohen lyric.
I have not written here for a long time but I could not let this day go by without posting the Leonard Cohen song that I consider my adoption anthem.
It is Song of Bernadette. Put on the headphones and listen to the lyrics. Sung here not by Leonard but by Jennifer Warnes.
RIP Leonard – you were one in a million or more like a trillion. The poetry turned into music and the deep, gravelly voice. He wrote so many amazing songs that grabbed at your heart and made you think he got the human condition.
29 years ago today I met my son for the first time since he was born. Had a C-section and was not allowed to see him in the hospital.
April 10, 1987 was a joyous day. A great feeling of contentment to have him under my roof.
Sadly after 18 years of reunion it all fell apart. The pictures are fuzzy but that seems appropriate because well if you’ve been through it you understand.
Went to the Gare de Lyon today. Getting to be a real whiz on the Paris bus system. The Gare de Lyon where Hadley lost Hemingway’s manuscripts. So beautiful although covered with soot. The figures I described in my book as climbing up the building look more like they are dancing on the building. The filigreed clock on the tower is there. Inside the station it is very bright and wide like a world is opening up to you – travel.
Train Bleu, the restaurant, is upstairs, took lots of pictures. Standing on the landing in front of Train Bleu, checking my subway map, I look up to see there are soldiers with weapons surrounding me. They stand, hands on the railings, looking out across the station. I echo their behaviour.
My husband has gone in search of La Toilette and I hope he will return in time to take a picture. But he doesn’t. When the soldiers leave, I notice there are two walking in front with sidearms. One behind with his automatic weapon at the ready. My husband says this is standard military formation when going into enemy territory. (Maybe this is where “I’ve got your back.” comes from.)
We start our journey home. It is our last day. Damn! The bakery we liked so much is closed. Back on the bus – off at L’Opera. A group of kids ask me “Is this the Opera?” My husband takes their picture. I say “I think is it the Opera.” They say “Think? Where are you from?” When I say “Canada”, they all laugh. I say people from Canada are very smart. Ha ha!
For lunch we go to what has become one of our favourite spots. The rooftop patio at Printemps. The view is so amazing up there. L’Opera, the Madeleine, Montmartre, Sacre Couer. So beautiful looking down at the city. I am very sad to leave. I may not see it again for a while.
From my Paris journal 2013.
Peace & love