We tackled Montmarte this morning since it was right out our doorsteps. We light candles inside the Sacrecouer. What or who for I’m not sure. I feel it was more of a recognition of things outside of my control and understanding. We made our way over to La Marias again and wandered around that part of town a bit more before tackling the Pompiduo for more art and inspiration.
Meltdowns are a part of life and probably a huge part of being female. haha… Just allow yourself to be in the moment when it arrives and know it will soon leave again.
Ended the night with a bang at Spoken Word. So so so good. A treat. I feel that I am spoiled with talent here that even if I were to look this sort of thing up back at home I would just be disappointed. Soak it up I shall while I can and perhaps some may tide me over longer than I think.
What makes good work? When rules meet musical notes. Something that knows freedom and dances upon it and yet still plays by the laws that created it. It is both pushing and pulling.. giving and taking. Balanced.
