Right Writing

So hello again,
As I set to write more on this blog I laugh to myself about what (or how little I actually write here) 
for example, this is what I want to write:

"Suddenly bewitched by an errant butterfly, (or something about as bizarre), the bewildered athlete made a wrong turn and left the race course. Without warning he was in the middle of speeding, angry autos and oncoming traffic. Somehow, and rather miraculously, I might add,  he made a narrow escape around two Peugeot into a medieval, crooked alley way. 

It was apparent he used all his training to defy gravity and escape the traffic; stunned in to open mouthed silence, we watched from the side walk cafe, not more than a few feet away. I was so discouraged by his near death that I could hardly finish my cappuccino.."

But instead I will just take a shy picture of my drink and write how delicious it was. #Fail

I ask myself why? Is it because I fear judgement?
Will you judge my writing and find it puerile and gauche? So instead I write nothing? The stories are after all what make the trips so much more than just airline miles. But I find I usually do not share them. Again I ask myself why? 
Odd, no?

Maybe it's just France that makes me behave this way, I don't know..

Bonne nuit~
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