Yesterday I met the altogether lovely Corine of the beautiful, wise, well-written and funny blog Hidden in France. As soon as I saw this French beauty I knew it was her without saying a single word. We met at a fantastic book store/cafe in Studio City called Aroma Cafe which Corine suggested. It is in a fantastic, charming and very hip section of L.A. ( i.e., far from Valencia).It is someplace I am definitely going back to( they allow la chien to dine indoors with their people; at the table next to us a well behaved pup who was enjoying some potatoes).
Even more lovely than the cafe within a bookstore was the time I spent with Corine. It was like meeting a soul sister with who I share countless synchronities. We definitely share the fish out of water syndrome and a longing and love for Paris as well as a passion for writing and an appreciation for fantastically delicious eggs Benedict. For the time we sat in Aroma Cafe I forgot I was in L.A. and I was as happy as if I was in Paris. I literally sat with my back to the baby section of the bookstore. If I had chosen to I could have turned around to see a whole case full of books that would have reminded me that I was not in Paris. Luckily, my view of Corinne and a framed map of Paris made the illusion complete and I was transported out of my ordinary world.
As I walked back to my car after we said au revoir I decided to do something that I have been resisting doing since I arrived back in California in July, I mean RESISTING. I decided to change my cell number from an Austin number to a L.A. number. That act of having a local number means to me acceptance that I really and truly live here.
Yet, another day when I was happy to be in L.A. I know, it’s serious.