Paris
Late summer in Paris, a cacophony of sun-soaked memories. How exhilarating it is to be in a completely different country and culture, to wake up each day wide-eyed like a little kid who just can’t wait to get out into that beautiful world and explore everything there is to see.
When I think back on my time in Paris, it feels like it was just yesterday I was there. I can still feel the heat of the sun as we strolled (and got lost, I must admit, but in the best of ways) through historic quarters, trying to find views of the Eiffel Tower that vexingly eluded us for far too long! I still feel the whoosh of the Metro trains - such as brief, cool respite in the heat - as they clang into the labyrinthine stations, still hear the jingle that plays before the train car doors close.
During our days there we admired centuries worth of history and art, sipped (countless?) St Germain spritzes at cafe oases, battled the humidity and heat, and fully embraced all the sights and sounds this wondrous, ancient city has to offer. (Did Hemingway or Fitzgerald walk down this street, I wonder?)
People always seem to have very strong opinions about Paris - it’s so dirty, it’s too crowded, it’s too much of this, not enough of that. And yet - there’s so much beauty to be found when you shrug off what everyone wants you to believe, and simply let the city speak for itself.
