Connection and purpose 
Greetings from Paris...
This will be as long as it is with some bonus content for you lovely supporting subscribers. I sat down after the posting deadline as it’s been a week with little headspace. But what a week.
I really enjoy playing my bit part in the ongoing production that is Parisian Life. As a diner in the bistro, the drinker in the café and the Flâneur on the towpath.
Work has been as rewarding as ever, and I have just left the school after signing off on the students presentations.
Next week we will see another group enter the same module and no doubt different minds looking at things in different ways and we will all learn something from each other.
My part in this has been content creation, and ongoing narrative strategy. James who I’m working with does all the hard stuff. From the logistics to the meat pulling it all together.
The plain sailing in the classroom has contrasted the rollercoaster of a week in between. Take my email for instance. It’s one of those things that should just happen in the background. Like breathing. This week I found that my digital metabolism appears to be tied into my biological one as the moment I tampered with my email I broke it and my stress levels went through the roof.
It’s ridiculous how a persons social/working and general leisure time is tied into such a fragile protocol. That said I’ve had this email almost half my life and till now had very little need to think about it. It’s still broken but I’m getting by. Besides there have been more pressing things to think about.
Twenty minutes ago I picked up a birthday cake i’d had made for my daughter, not knowing if the family were going to make it into France at all. Thankfully a delay of hours on the tarmac in Luton is over and they are almost here.
Over this past week I have commuted down the towpath/cycleway of the Canal de l’Ourcq. Snapping pics and spotting art on the walls, in the trees and on the floor. Someone has taken it upon themselves to fix holes in the floor with beautiful handprinted ceramic tiles. I had collected quite a few before suddenly spotting one with a QR code.
They are the work of K.Releuses and one of a few series of almost secret collections I have seen on my walks.
I’ve also been impressed by all the bikes on the roads and cycle paths. Apparently there was an explosion of alternative forms of transport during lockdown and it has stuck.
Cargo bikes, electric bikes, classic road bikes, you name it. Come rain or shine they are out there. And we really did have some rain. A deluge and yet everyone carried on as normal.
I have little chance to peruse the web this week but this caught my eye… Chernobyl Disaster Homesickness.
And this is where we part ways I’m afraid. I’d planned to just drop a podcast out for supporting subscribers but as a few of you have asked where the email was I wanted to drop a note telling you where I am. Thankyou for reading. Normal service will resume next week …perhaps.
For the far more forgiving supporting subscribers, I’ll share the binaural-shopping-focused-soundscape-diary-audio below this line…