the next day, you wake up to a note.
a note telling you about all the possible things you can eat. cereal, bread, granola, yogurt, milk, tea, etc… your friend is an expert at making sure your tummy is happy.
but. she did one evil thing.
that’s right. nothing else got eaten. or even touched. it was just you, a spoon, some bread, and a jar of speculoos that morning. some clementines as well.
but in french, they have the phrase “les grands esprits se rencontrent.”
it’s curious how in the french version, there is an aspect of something physical. an actual meeting. not just mental ideas floating around that happen to be the same. in english, they think. in french, they meet.
you love lyon because she knows exactly what you love. and she gives it all to you. lights. blurs. rays. reflections. shadows. arches. clouds. bridges.
you end the night at a jungle. then it’s off to home. to bed. to rest up for another day with lyon.