|My morning seat at Les Berges overlooking the Seine. That's my beaten up Longchamp tote with my notebook. Don't you love how the loungers are made for two? Hurry up, Chris!|
|Roses at Les Jardins des Plantes|
I remembered on my beautiful, pointless walk that I came to Paris to be in Paris. The main reason I keep coming back is not because of monuments or museums, but because of how Paris makes me feel. I want everyone to experience Paris as a feeling rather than a thing. This afternoon, I listened to an organist rehearse at a tiny church behind Notre Dame. I heard the music way before I found my way inside and sat in the back pew, eyes closed, so grateful to be in the place I love. Slow down, relax and breathe.
As Chris wrote to me in an e-mail last night, "Paris is ours and we may as well enjoy it." Exactly.
My Paris obsessions...
Last September it was rose flavoured Pierre Hermè macarons. This summer it's chocolate éclairs and I cannot walk past a bakery without buying one. Much better for my health, I am also obsessed with Les Berges Paris and walk all or part of the 2.3 km promenade each day. And markets - I haven't found a market that doesn't thrill me.
Things French guys say...
After I was unable to provide directions, he said to me with a sleazy smile, "Are you a dancer?" Clearly he has never seen my hideous feet or my uncoordinated dance moves.
|More beauty from Les Jardins des Plantes|