compter à Paris
by jemma margaret
Today I went for a walk that went: nine, two, one, four, five.
And on the way back: five, six, one, two, nine.
God help the poor Parisian toddlers who are told that three comes before four, but then walk from three to ten with nary a four in sight. And after 20 comes les banlieus.
Even if you remain in a single arrondissement, there is the strange enumeration where address 11 may be infinitely distant from 42. On one side of the street are odd numbers in the double digits and on the other are even numbers in the triple digits. And then the street changes name and we begin again.