I guess I felt a sudden pang of nostalgia. By the way, Kundera has wrote a fabulous novel about nostalgia last year.

I cannot say that I am nostalgic for Toronto in particuar, but more nostalgic for the feeling of familiar. the shape in a way doesnt matter, its the structure that matters.


I miss buying flavoured coffee after getting of the metro in a semi-sleepy way
I miss having rasberry lemonade and one of these huge salads at Fresh on Queen Street
I miss listening to the radio, I never listen to it in france!
I miss re-runs of friends and sex and the city which I have seen a million times!
I miss the sitting in the sun between the four ugly towers on Wellington
I miss walking around incognito in sweatpants and with huge sunglasses on sat mornings at Eglinton


But, tomorrow I probably will be happy to face paris again and try to find something new, something that has changed in the little street which i take to go to work everyday.
If I was a patient, I would be diagnosed with a case of 'fleeing nostalgia'...