Once upon a time, in a far faraway island, my lovely sister promised me to take me to Paris. She never did. So upon the realisation that I was about to turn 25, knowing I might be about to experience my nth life crisis, I decided to speed the process up and spend my birthday in Paris.
Given I’ve spent half of my entire existence being told I look like Amelie, and also given that I’ve spent the other half of my life being told I’m “cold…sort of like the French”, most were surprised I had never been to Paris. Despite never having visited prior to a couple of weeks ago, I was almost convinced that Paris would be my next destination to move to after Florence – I was (and still am) attracted to the way Paris brings together history, culture and beauty with metropolitan and cosmopolitan. I am that one friend who falls in love very easily, who has to be told not to fall in love this easily, and yet still does – only I do this with cities, not people. After I fell in love with Florence, and eventually moved here; I had never managed to fall this hard in love with another city…
Upon arriving I new I was doomed – I had fallen deeply in love with Paris. Every corner is bursting with history intertwined with the present-day. The grandiose, majestic architecture – foregrounding a human metropolitan lifestyle. The morning’s rush hour turns into one bed-side lamp solely illuminating that building at night. Life seemingly going on as usual, despite the attacks and threats this city has endured in the past year or two. Life seemingly going on as usual, knowing most people’s life is not going on as usual, knowing the city constantly feels on edge and threatened – and chooses to fight terror with mundane…to fight fear with moving on.
Ah, and Paris in the rain? Vindicating Gill’s quote from Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris – “I don’t get here often enough, that’s the problem. Can you picture how drop dead gorgeous this city is in the rain? Imagine this town in the ’20s. Paris in the ’20s, in the rain. The artists and writers!”
I’m not through yet with Paris…I’m not through with you, at all (also still not through with Paris on my blog..expect more travel guide oriented posts soon :))
What’s your story with Paris? Have any of you ever been? LET’S FANGIRL TOGETHER – leave your comments below. 🙂