Way before I started coming to Paris, my friend N. used to email me reasons why I should visit.
He’d moved to Paris to ‘find the excitement in life again’ and had gotten quite sentimental about it.
Once he said, “We’ll watch the sunset over the Seine from Pont Alexandre III, it’s life-affirming”
One evening years later, we strolled the bridge and held hands like an old couple, as we stood on the beautifully ornate bridge watching the Parisian sunset, he bumped his shoulder with mine and whispered, “See, it’s just like I said it’ll be”.
The Panthéon in Paris is the burial place for great Frenchmen (and women).
This beautiful architectural monument overlooks all of Paris.
It’s almost as if these notable citizens look out over the city.
The last person to be interred here (re-interred, really) was Alexandre Dumas in 2002, 132 years after his death.
Marie Curie is the second woman to be buried here.
I skipped the Eiffel Tower during my short trip to Paris last year, a decision I came to regret.
When I got home, friends would repeatedly ask whether I made it to the Eiffel Tower, I would lower my eyes and mumble a disappointing “no”
I promised myself I’d go to the Eiffel Tower the very next day if I ever made it back to Paris.
Another thing were the pictures; there were going to be tons!
I was going to take magnificent pictures of the tower.
The Eiffel Tower is probably the most photographed monument in the world, but once you’ve seen a picture of it, you’d seen it all.
It all looks the same.
I promised myself that my pictures of the Eiffel Tower would be different from all the others.
My pictures would tell stories, they’d have heart and the angles would be different.
But things changed when I got there, I forgot all the promises I made myself, and just decided to take in the moment.
I took pictures, but they didn’t turn out any different than those I’d seen.
I couldn’t capture heart, I don’t think I’m there yet.
I couldn’t find any other angles to shoot other than from where I stood, I’m not there yet either.
I tried to find the stories, instead I saw a metal structure.
I guess I have to try again…
Last Saturday, I had a little glimpse into the expat life in Paris.
I attended a meet-up organized by marvellous cookbook author, blogger and writer of humorous tweets; David Lebovitz.
It was held at La Cocotte, a wonderful little culinary bookstore.
It stocks thousands of books stacked high from all over the world, in French and English devoted entirely to the kitchen!
Did I mention how amazing this bookstore is? It’s like being in a cuisine bookstore paradise.
I envision a street dotted with quaint bookstores dedicated to specific themes.
The space was the perfect set-up for the gathering; I spent half of the time pouring over cookbooks.
It also was fascinating to discover what drew people to Paris; love, work, school…
Then there was the lady who’s looking for a French husband, one woman was on a six month vacation, another had always wanted to live in Paris.
Of course, it was great meeting David, I’ve been reading his blog for so long and following his tweets, I felt I already knew him.
He’s just like his online personality, laid-back and funny.
I’m always a little hesitant meeting my favourite bloggers in real life, because I’m afraid my perception of them might change as a result of our real-life meeting.
I also managed to grab a copy of David’s book before the store ran out, and he graciously signed it.
Making my way home, I keep thinking about how badly I wanted to move to Paris.