It’s been nine months since I went to church. I go to the American Church in Paris, where they focus on loving people and helping out the community. Sermons are short, the music is good, and I do love me some good liberation theology.
However, it was easy compared to Columbia, where you got a 4-8 year prison sentence for being outside at the wrong time. And it was stricter than in the US. I saw you people on Facebook, out driving around, going to drive-in movies. Crossing bridges. Hiking.
You’d think getting burglarized in Paris would be glamorous, right? Or maybe it would be funny, like the policeman would be Inspector Clouseau? Nope. Getting burglarized in Paris is pretty much like getting burglarized anywhere else--a pain in the derrière.
I moved to Paris last year. It is beautiful. The architecture is beautiful. The people are beautiful. Most of them have enviable figures and wardrobes. They stalk the pavement in front of those lovely buildings like it was a catwalk.