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Certainly, I'm going to loaf or to use a more elegant word, be "indolent." Unlike almost every other tourist in Paris.
I've already sketched out my daily routine, so I won't go there again.
Musing on "indolence" sent my mind back to a book I have just re-read: THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO CHANEL by Karen Karbo. Ms. Karbo has an ascerbic wit that so exactly matches Mlle. Chanel's character as I've read about it.
Herself a master of the stinging aphorism, Chanel seems to have honed this inherent ability with one of her many lovers, Pierre Reverdy, "a professional, tortured poet," "Chanel loved his dark moods, his poetic soul, the fact that she couldn't have him," after he took himself and his beautiful wife to a Trappist abbey.
But---back to the book and my trip to Paris. Karbo defines six qualities that make one feminine.
BLAMING YOUR UNHAPPINESS ON LOVE
I can admit to only three of these which, I suppose, makes me androgenous. I leave you to figure out which three. (Just one clue: I never wear pearls.)