It's Friday, yay! The final weekday of my academic immurement.
On Friday nights we go out - we’re up late - so late that it’s early,
but it’s ok, we’re young and dumb.
But if you think you’ll find me sleeping in on a Saturday morning - you’d be wrong.
On the weekends, the richest part of Paris mornings involve neighborhood street-life - which are invitations to sensory abundance - and it all happens before lunchtime.
The sensorial joys of the “sun‑south” flower market stalls, overflowing with fresh lavender, peonies and powdery‑sweet Violet blooms - tulips from Holland and roses from Kenya - that cool the air with fresh fragrances compete and mingle with savory baking aromas from local boulangeries (bakeries).
The dueling scents define mornings in the Marais (ivy-clad streets) and along the Seine.
Hit the snooze button and you can miss it (and trust me, napping later can be fun).
.
.
A song for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
under the milky way by the church
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
It's Friday, yay! The final weekday of my academic immurement.
On Friday nights we go out - we’re up late - so late that it’s early,
but it’s ok, we’re young and dumb.
But if you think you’ll find me sleeping in on a Saturday morning - you’d be wrong.
On the weekends, the richest part of Paris mornings involve neighborhood street-life - which are invitations to sensory abundance - and it all happens before lunchtime.
The sensorial joys of the “sun‑south” flower market stalls, overflowing with fresh lavender, peonies and powdery‑sweet Violet blooms - tulips from Holland and roses from Kenya - that cool the air with fresh fragrances compete and mingle with savory baking aromas from local boulangeries (bakeries).
The dueling scents define mornings in the Marais (ivy-clad streets) and along the Seine.
Hit the snooze button and you can miss it (and trust me, napping later can be fun).
.
.
A song for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
under the milky way by the church
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 03/13/26:
immure = imprison
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