15 June 2012

If I Were a Girl: Marais

My wandering mind is simply too wandered-out to bother apologizing (yet again) for tumbling off ye ol' blogging wagon so I won't even mention how incredibly LAME I feel about this wobbly endeavor....this House of Wandering Eyes built on shaky ground....the foundation (and I don't mean underpinnings) sinking slowly into soggy soil.  A wanderer should learn never to attempt anything that requires even a modicum of commitment.

I am again in third grade music class clicking open the metal clasp on a black leather case and lifting the lid to reveal plush teal velvet cradling the pieces of a clarinet.  With careful movements, I assemble my new instrument marveling at the shiny ebony surface, the glistening metal parts, the pads and levers and reed.  A short three lessons in and my dream of channeling Benny Goodman was dashed by one Mrs. Booth she of the music note broach and coral lipstick who decided with a dismissive shrug that I just didn't have the "breath" for wind instruments.

That afternoon, a cherry red Toyota Corolla sat in the parking lot at Figueroa Music Shop where a sign above the door declared "We rent instruments!" and inside a mother returned a black leather case to Mr Figueroa saying with a sigh "so much for a musician in the family".....while out in that cherry red Toyota, a little Wanderer decided he'd rather be Baryshnikov than Benny Goodman any day.

Nope.  Won't even mention it.

Instead, I will share this stylish ensemble spied on the streets of Paris last week by yours truly and my (very envious) inner girl.  We were wandering the Marais in a food-induced-near-coma...no doubt searching for another patisserie fix...the tarte tatins are all a blur but this lovely lady remains prancing on the ever-long runway of my mind.