Dickens in Paris
January 12, 2012Turning 35 in Paris is the one thing I wanted to do. Date with Diane Arbus at Jeu de Paume. And a trip to the flee market as I found my Mother had a tumor and needed urgent surgery… With the Kodak Brownie Reflex around my neck I felt like an old piece of furniture being sold in the market.
The flee market had something Dickensian about it… the smell, the way people were dressed, the things being sold. the awkwardness of it all… I just felt good to be there… like an immersion in old times. The old lady who had turned 93 the day before and who was happy still painting her little paintings of children playing on the beach, holding a black teddy bear in their arms… she reminded me of my magical nan and reminded me that important things and memories never leave you.. just like that black urse that kept appearing in all her paintings. therefore we should not be afraid to lose people or things because, if they are truly important to us, they never leave us … they are part of the fabric of life in a way…
‘The little prince was asleep under his giant princess’ (J. N.) … the peeping Tom was looking through his lunette …
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