It’s the cliche, you have heard it so many times. Ask a woman where she wants to go and the answer is Paris 8 out of 10 times. Yes, I choose Paris too. My obsession is with more than the views, the tower, the wine or the legendary food.
The Savage Garden song “I knew I loved you before I met you” comes to mind when I think (read dream) about Paris. I haven’t wandered the streets of Montmartre yet but I know I will love it. I haven’t stood in the giant queue at the Louvre yet, but I know I will wear my most comfortable pair of shoes and stand there until I see the pieces I wrote my Art History final about. I have never seen the lights on the Eiffel Tower but I know they will make me stupidly happy.
Why Paris? I could blame literature *cough* The Elegance of the Hedgehog *cough* A moveable feast. I could blame it on Woody Allen for making my dreams come true in Midnight in Paris. I could even blame my family and friends who have visited and sent me postcards and brought me back tiny trinkets.
Paris is everything I love wrapped up in a pretty package. Rich history and endless museums, BREAD AND CHEESE AND WINE AND MORE BREAD. Hemmingway said: “If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” Maybe when I get there I will realise it isn’t as perfect as I imagine it to be. Maybe I realise it isn’t everything I love all wrapped up but rather everything that interests me that threw up on a city. Regardless, I will be captivated. I know I will. If I can find my shitty little town interesting then Paris is a win, no matter what.
Why Paris? Why not.
Here is to planning my trip there in 2017.