The sun decided to leave Paris last week. It didn't ask anyone if it could. It just up and decided that it'd seen enough bare necks and painted toes for one year and hid behind the clouds (and there were plenty of clouds to hide behind). So just like that, fall came a bit early this year. And so did Parisian spleen.Melancholy waiters ushered tables and chairs back inside dreary cafés, and irritable parents harried their children out of parks and back indoors. "C'est le changement des saisons !" they cried, rushing home to pull last year's scarves and boots out of their closets.
The lady who runs my yoga center had a more holistic approach: detox cocktails (sans alcool évidemment). "When the seasons change, people's livers are often filled with a lot of anger," she explained. To help purge the liver of its foul fall bile, she recommended a 20-day regimen of black radish juice and other plant extracts (available in ampoules at the pharmacy). I just hope my liver is ready to be that happy.
Lucille Ball as Lucy Ricardo. [Online image] 1952.
