24

Birdy asked this morning, "If you had 24 hours left to live, what would you do?"

Said it was a good topic to ponder and blog on.

"I'll fly to Paris and die there. You?" was my instant me-no-think no-brainer reply.

"Maybe gather all my family, loved ones and close friends and be with me... let my last moments be remembered as being together..."
What a typical answer from him, I thought. Knew he was going to bend that way. Consistently true to Birdy style :)

I'm sticking to Paris. Heck, I'll fly my family, loved ones and close friends if I want to and they can bid me au revoir there. At least I'll leave this world with my passport stamped. Too bad-so sad I won't have enough time and perhaps money to throw in Santorini and Sri Panwa as well.

Just checked with KT who recently step foot in this beautiful city of lights in the expense of the French designer brand she works for. (You lucky biatch, babe) It takes 12 hours to fly direct. Which will leave me with another 12 hours to frolick around when I touchdown. To spend the remaining 50% of my precious seconds, minutes and hours on a plane?

Hhmm...............
I will still do it. Do it and seize the day. Seize the day and conquer Paris. Once and for all.
Si pas, mon esprit errera son forevermore de rues...