Magic- magical and even more magical...

There have been many places that I have lived in my life that have felt like living a dream, moments that are just so good that you think to yourself if this is a dream I would be fine never waking up. It's such a cliche, but I absolutely love cliches especially when they work out so perfectly for the situation. The other night I thought that I might be in a Haruki Murakami novel as a black cat walked me home, fortunately I like cats and don't believe in superstition but it was after I had had the most amazing night on the Pont des Arts enveloped in what seemed like a dream. A moment when you, (if you were here) would think to yourself, yes this is what it is like to live in Paris. The view of the Eiffel Tower, to be able to do whatever you want to do, to know that you are free, truly and unfathomably free. I was having this thought of magic--- magical and even more magical again and at that moment the black cat crossed my path and walked beside me to my door. A good omen I believe, and since then I have seen the cat many more times on my return home in the evenings. The cat aside, many friends have told me to savor every moment that I am here, this is the best and the worst thing to say, you believe that you are savoring loving every minute but at the same time it is easy to think perhaps I should be doing more, but then you sit back and acknowledge the fact that it is not a job to savor that the Parisian way of life is just that, long lunches, days in the park, sitting at a cafe for hours writing, this is all you need to be doing to savor every moment, and I must admit I've gotten quite good at it indeed. Yes it is true the new sun has finally arrived in Paris, and with it, for me at least, a new me.