On the Way to William Penn House for Tuesday Night Yoga Practice

I am having a momentary yearning that it is hard for me to imagine realizing.  Given all my commitments (commitments that I treasure for the groundedness, sense of place, and community that they give me in return), I cannot quite figure out how I could fit in a long weekend in Paris before March 11, 2012. 

Nonetheless, I have been enjoying this morning a fantasy of picking up and going to Paris to see the Tagore exhibit at the Petit Palais, and incidentally eating and walking and photographing and delighting in everything else Paris has to offer.  I suppose I could buy the catalogue–the internet has made such things ever so easy, but it wouldn’t quite be the same.