jane dark's sugarhigh!

Goodbye to all of this/I'm Lovin' It!

To my Parisian gym employees smoking outside the entrance: c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my middle-aged women driving Smart cars past the Tuileries in the shadow of the Ferris wheel: c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my frenetic old guys lane-splitting on Blvd. St-Germain in their original Mini Coopers: c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my French radio DJs who really feel just fine breaking out very minor
Guns’n’Roses singles from a dozen years back a couple times a day, super!, c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my people lip-synching to their personal stereo devices while walking away from the Metro because that song which is perhaps “Ma revolution” by Jenifer makes you feel like the city is your stage: I feel you.

To my French people wearing their tiny MP3 players on lanyards round their necks: c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my kids from the Nine Three wearing their teeny mobile phones on lanyards round their necks: c’est tout ce que vachement j’aime.

To my French people in general making all choices so as not to ruin their line and/or to keep pocket space available for cigarettes: c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To the last remnants of Benjamin and Aragon trapped in the decrepit Passage Brady with its eleven Indian restaurants, its low upstairs rooms pressed against the dirty glass roof: tres melancholique but c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my Metro worker leaping out of the little conductor’s box at the front of the lead car as his shift ends on a Friday night and running happily up the platform steps even as his train leaves the station under new guidance, street clothes swinging in a plastic bag and his smile of release set on stun, c’est tout ce que j’aime.

To my gentlemen running the ponies in the Luxembourg Garden: put the sad ponies on the Metro, take them to Versailles, and double-kiss them goodbye.

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