POSTCARD FROM PARIS

french philosophers jean paul sartre and simon beauvoir sitting in paris cafe

10/25/2009
EVERYTIME I GO TO PARIS,I PASS BY NOTRE DAME AND THE INN,WALK IN CHAMPS ELYSEES ,BY JARDIN DES TUILERIES BETWEEN CHAMPS ELYSEES AND LOUVRE MUSEUM,AND WAVE TO PRETTY PEOPLE IN ELYSEAN FIELDS,GET TO ETOILE AND TURN BACK .THEN I SIT IN ASHBY INN CAFE PARISIAN AND HAVE FUN A LA FRENCH,OR AT LEAST LIKE CAFE PHILOSOPHERS SUCH AS JEAN PAUL SARTRE AND HIS COMPANION SIMON BEAUVOIR ,a philosopher and feminist.
ON A SUNNY SUNDAY WITH SPECTACULAR OCTOBER WEATHER,WE WENT TO SEE OUR BELOVED PARIS AND ITS FIELDS.WE COULD TOUCH THE LINES OF RAINBOW IN A CRYSTAL CLEAR FALL FOLIAGE AFTERNOON.
BEFORE WE GET TO PARIS OF VIRGINIA AND ITS POPULATION OF 51,WE STOPPED IN MIDDLEBURG,BY ROARING VIPERS ,DISGUISED IN AUTUMN COLOR,AND HAD A SHORT WALK IN The HUNT COUNTRY AND ITS FOX CAPITAL.WE VISITED RED FOX INN AND BOOK STORES, AND ESPECIALLY THE PRESTIGIOUS PERSIAN RUGS OF PARVIZ KHAN ,THEN WENT ON TOWARDS ONE OF WINEYARDS WE THOUGHT IT SHOULD BE LOCATED IN BORDEAUX OR CHAMPAGNE.THE WHITE GATE WAS CLOSED.THE NICE BUILDING WE COULD PEEK THROUGH FENCES SEEMED TO BE CLOSED AND THERE WAS NO SMOKE ,WHIRLING ON THE TOP OF ITS CHIMNEY.
WE CONTINUED ROUTE 50 AFTER MICHAEL MADE A FAST U TURN IN A NARROW GRAVEL ROAD AND SUSIE GAVE HIM A LOOK.THE DOORS OF VIRGINIA ARBORETUM WAS WIDE OPEN AND THE EVER FRIENDLY PARK RECIEVED US WITH A BIG RAINBOWY SMILE.THERE WERE FLOWERS AND TREES THERE AFTER A RATHER LENGHTY LUNCH OR IN FACT A BRUNCHINNER,AS A COLLECTION OF BREAKFAST-LUNCH-DINNER.BECAUSE Mina BROUGHT FOODS FOR FORTY AND KEPT SAYING:
I FORGOT THIS.I FORGOT THAT.
AND MONIR AS USUAL CAME WITH HER STORIES FULL OF FUN AND LAUGHTERS.
THERE WERE HERBS AND FRUITS.THERE WERE ROCKS AND CACTI PEARS. THERE WERE VAST GREEN MEADOWS and people in green and the other tones.
IN ARBORETUM,ENCIRCLED BY PARIS AND MIDDLEBURG,WARRENTON,FRONT ROYAL,WINCHESTER,BERRYVILLE AND LEESBURG ,WE WALKED WITH NATURE WHO WARMLY INTRODUCED US TO EVERY LIVING BODIES IN ARBORETUM ,HERB GARDEN AND THE TULEYRIES. HERE I AM GOING TO SHARE THIS INTRODUCTION WITH YOU AS A SOUVENIR OF OUR VISIT IN A FALL CRISPY CRUNCHY DAY.
On our way back Rumi read one of your favorites:
Come over to blossom
Come over to see the lover and the world
Give away to the sun growing
Laugh at that ugly who is mincing
Sob for that cover who broke with lover
The whole town came to revolt
When the news ran around
That the insane broke the chain again
What a day,this day of resurrection
It seems that our resume is all gone to horizon
Beat the drums and stay silent
What a room without the heart and sanity
When the soul is all gone
Tr;F.SOLEIMANI

MODIFIED 22 JUN 11