Paris. The word itself sums up beauty and magic…a grand city with spectacular buildings and romance and mystery in every corner. Well at least for my little romantic, idealistic heart! Now…how to describe my week in Paris?
Well…it was a mixture of beauty, of history, of culture… of daily adventures- of mornings spent in cafes trying the freshly baked croissants that lived up to their reputation, enjoying a petite gateaux a day, of a an tiny cramped elevator we barely fit in, of walks by the seine, overdosing on art and history a bottles of french wine, pulling all nighters for Nuit Blanche 2013, buying macaroons to give them to the homeless, the friendly Parisians we encountered, walking down beautiful alleys with amazing buildings and monuments at every turn, attending violin concerts framed by the exquisitely detailed windows of Saint Chapelle, practically living in the Shakespeare & Company bookshop in the latin quarter were we would sit in utter, content silence reading with a room of complete strangers with their own stories, all of us melting into the old ragged couches falling into our books while a light breeze would flutter the room and the notre dame church watched over us from the window. breathing in paris from the heights of the l’arc de triomphe, evening strolls through the latin quarter, trying to speak french to a kind response, eating numerous vendor crepes with nutella, always a shared cheerful Bonjour or Bonsoir, befriending the local cafe waitress who sneaked us free macaroons and made our nightly hot chocolates as we chatted with her over the meaning of local radio hits. (the main one is currently playing in the very cafe i am sitting in writing this blog post..Passenger- Let her go 🙂 )