Monday, March 26, 2007
Paris has always been one of my favorite cities. On our first trip, over 17 years ago, I still remember my first impression of this incredibly beautiful city; tired, hungry, just off the plane, onto the metro and stumbling out onto the street in search of our hotel... Paris at that early morning moment was exactly what I imagined it would be.
The streets still wet and sprayed clean, a partially cloudy morning sun just beginning to rise, the first signs of an autumn chill on this late October morning. It was as though my mind had taken this exact picture, though I had never been there before. At least not in this life :-)
All these years
and much travel later-sometimes back to Paris, sometimes just in need of a beach or a couple of hands of black jack,
Paris and everything about it excites me.
My french is awful
(sometimes it comes out as spanish or just plain gibberish),
and here's where having a partner fluent in the language
is most helpful- not to mention being able to hail a taxi waaaay in the early morning hours after hanging out and full of pelforth- and able to give precise directions to the taxi driver to our hotel... but i give it my best effort :-)
The people, the food, the style, the history, the light, oh man the light, the sunlight, especially in autumn. It's like being on a movie set, lit perfectly, balanced.
Go to Paris, young man. Go to Paris.