Hurrah, I am a walking, talking cliche!
I love Paris, oh why, oh why do I love Paris...where do I begin? Because my job picked me up and dropped me there, the other day I found myself taking a seven hour walk in lovely Paris. I had seen the movies and the pictures, heard people talk about it, read the books. But nothing could have prepared me for the sheer startling beauty that is Paris. Am I gushing yet? Gee, I hadn't noticed.
I love those type of days, when you are taking a shower in the morning, waiting for a trip, and you have no idea that you will be sleeping in Paris that night (or technically, the next morning). When I got there I didn't know what to do first so I just took a walk. I started right outside of our hotel at the Eiffel Tower, then down the rue D'eina to the Arc de Triumph, down the Champs D'Elysees, which led me to the Louvre, where I lingered for a while, ate a baguette, kissed a Frenchman (I will let you guess about that one, srsly though it happened and it was pretty funny), then on to Notre Dame by way of the Seine, dinner at a Creperie in the Latin Quarter, and back down the Seine at sunset, to end up at the Eiffel Tower just as it lit up for the night. It was possibly the best day of my life that I have spent by myself.
I don't know what it is, but I felt so free that day. Free of expectations, free to explore, to talk to people without apprehension, free to just exist. Was it the beauty of the city that was inspiring, was there something in the air, the sheer fact that I found something I wasn't really looking for? I felt more like myself in Paris that I can recall feeling in a long time. And having been there I feel like I have a part of myself back. I ALSO feel like I am speaking in cliches, but I don't know how else to say it. Suffice it to say I now have the Paris bug, and I got it bad!
P.S. Like, whatever, the French are TOTALLY nice. So nerrr!
I love those type of days, when you are taking a shower in the morning, waiting for a trip, and you have no idea that you will be sleeping in Paris that night (or technically, the next morning). When I got there I didn't know what to do first so I just took a walk. I started right outside of our hotel at the Eiffel Tower, then down the rue D'eina to the Arc de Triumph, down the Champs D'Elysees, which led me to the Louvre, where I lingered for a while, ate a baguette, kissed a Frenchman (I will let you guess about that one, srsly though it happened and it was pretty funny), then on to Notre Dame by way of the Seine, dinner at a Creperie in the Latin Quarter, and back down the Seine at sunset, to end up at the Eiffel Tower just as it lit up for the night. It was possibly the best day of my life that I have spent by myself.
I don't know what it is, but I felt so free that day. Free of expectations, free to explore, to talk to people without apprehension, free to just exist. Was it the beauty of the city that was inspiring, was there something in the air, the sheer fact that I found something I wasn't really looking for? I felt more like myself in Paris that I can recall feeling in a long time. And having been there I feel like I have a part of myself back. I ALSO feel like I am speaking in cliches, but I don't know how else to say it. Suffice it to say I now have the Paris bug, and I got it bad!
P.S. Like, whatever, the French are TOTALLY nice. So nerrr!