About me living in Paris, probably the most common thing I am told is “what a great place for writers”. What I think about people telling me that Paris is a great place for writers is that:
a. They have no idea of what is a good place to write, or
b. they have never tried to do it in Paris, or
c. they are better writers than me.
Because I’m not finding writing in Paris any easy.
Paris is beautiful.
Paris is chaming.
Paris is glittering polish.
And if you add to that moments of pure happiness, writing about it becomes so impossible.
I think I need to find some kind of imperfection, to get inspired.