Real Estate has certainly given me the travel bug (especially after this year of staying close to home), as she describes her adventures in India, Paris and Greece, where she writes, connects with people, and reflects on her own place/legacy/character in the world. She weaves in Bachelard and Marguerite Duras amongst others, as she contemplates the home, interior space and the objets we fill them with, and fantasises about her unreal estate, including a property with an egg-shaped fireplace and a pomegranate tree.
Levy is also hilarious and never fails to crack me up. I so enjoy her moments of snark as well as her flaneuse wandering and sense of discovery. Her passion for swimming as a means to feel connected to the world, nature and her body is one I share deeply and have missed terribly during the pandemic. My heart is warmed (again) and I find old parts of myself anew and dream of swims in the sea, hopefully in the near future.
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