If you could be writing anywhere in the world, where would it be?
Initially, I thought that it wasn’t about a place in the world as long as it was a café like I wrote in Day 3 and Day 4 of this #whyshewriteschallenge .
However, after a bit more contemplation and digging deeper into my mind, I recalled my lifelong dream of sitting in a Paris café on a sunny day with a cup of coffee and writing as people passed by.
Perhaps it is writers like Hemingway (as the picture above represents) that romanticized the idea of this kind of scene for writing. Now, it might even be a bit cliché, but still it is dreamy to imagine myself at one of these tables with my notebook and pen absorbing the atmosphere and letting the real and imagined weave their way into a creative nonfiction piece that includes elements of the bustling people around me.
Despite my lackluster feeling for Paris, I still dream of doing this one day. Admittedly, I visited Paris in the cold grey November time and though I did go to a cafe, it was not at all as I had envisioned. Therefore, I shall have to try again when the sun promises to shine and the people are enjoying an outdoor café way of life.
Je veux écrire dans un café dans les rues de Paris! 🇫🇷
~T 😀
