Saturday, January 22, 2011

Monsieur Bovary

Another boring weekend. I wish this city had more sophisticated diversions: the opera, a play at the theater or a dinner party.

It's been months since I've gone to a dinner party. What I remember about it is the good food, conversation and aromatic coffee.

Maybe I should join a book club or live in a city where there are real museums and libraries.

Maybe I should learn how to play the piano or harpsicord and eat more fresh fruit and vegetables.

I really want to travel to North Africa and the Bosphorus. I want to see St. Catherine's Monastery on Mt. Sinai and Hagia Sophia in Istanbul.

Maybe I should write a book or see a therapist. =P

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