Under the Moon in Paris

Same moon, different city. Very same hotel room as my first visit to Paris, though. Walking through the door to see the room and the balcony brought me back in time three (nearly four?) years. Most of the time life seems to inch along but today I felt like more has happened in the last four years than happened all the years before my first visit. I think travel has been a nice way to escape life the last few years and even though this trip is still an escape it feels a bit different. Today I read the line in Goethe's Italian Journey: "My purpose in making this wonderful journey is not to delude myself but to discover myself in the objects I see." I might be a bit closer to Goethe nowadays. Am ready to be home, though! Maybe tomorrow. Maybe not.