Anyway, I'm also dreaming today. Dreaming of being apart of a reading/writing club. A few months ago I found an ad for a writer's club that happened in Johannesburg every two weeks. I called the number that was provided and the phone was picked up by an insurance broker. I stuttered "Oh... I'm sorry. I must have called the wrong number." After we hung up, I tried the number again. Very carefully. But it was picked up by the same man! I read the number to him and asked if there was someone there who ran a writer's club. I gave him the name of the lady who supposedly ran the club. There was a pause... and then the man said "Well, she used to live here until she died in 2005. Her house was sold to this company." Bummer!
Anyway, today while surfing the net, I ran across this book club that happens in Paris every week.

Isn't it darling?
This is my favorite quote from the site:“We’re trying to go against the demise of the printing press,” says Rosa. “We believe in real paper: touchable, holdable, foldable.” Ha. My thoughts exactly.

More photos and the whole story here
Two things: Have a good week. And I'm moving to Paris.
Bon voyage!

