Paris is the City of Light, the city where the great modernists writers lived and met each other, like James Joyce, Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, F. Scott Fitzgerald and more. It’s the city where Ben Franklin did diplomacy and wrote for more than a decade. It’s the city of Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables and Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities.
Write about Paris. Write for fifteen minutes. When you’re finished, post your practice in the comments section. And if you do post, be sure to give feedback to your fellow writers. Happy writing!
Here’s my practice:
In the café, the writing is going badly. It’s my fifth day here and the nerves of travel are still throwing me off. In front of me there’s a good looking man (is he Chinese?) reading a French book. He has a green scarf. He’s balding but still looks young. He rolls a thin cigarette slowly in the café (Lucky Strike brand of tobacco—do they even have that in the States anymore?). When he finishes, he puts it in his mouth, the shredded tobacco sticking out. Is he going to light it? Smoking is illegal indoors in France. He doesn’t. Instead gathers his things and leaves, the cigarette in his mouth the whole time, the leaves poking out like a frayed suit.