A New Love Affair with Paris
I fell in love with Paris on my honeymoon and have blamed the city's hold on me to the 'cloud of matrimony'. But I went back a few weeks ago, and found my heart stolen again. And I've been married for more years than I care to admit, so the 'cloud', though still there of course, is no longer fogging my judgement.
It's true love, and I realize I am not the only suitor paying hommagae to the lovely lady. Right now, Paris is so hot she sizzles.
Midnight in Paris, The Paris Wife, The Greater Journey - all recent books and movies that have explored Paris - are part of the reason. But the basic attraction of this city just doesn't go away.
Primarily I love the sidewalk cafes. Such a cliche, I know, but here in the streets of Paris I can sit alone, with a book, or my journal or sketch book, nursing a coffee, and no one will disturb me. Not only that, but the shifting landscape of Parisiennes and tourists is unendingly fascinating.
Paris is the only city I know where I can do nothing and be completely entertained.
As a food lover, of course I find Paris is palate pleasing. I spend as much time in the food halls at the Galleries Lafayette and at the Bon Marche as I do at the art museums. Food is not just displayed with artistry, it is treated with loving respect and a bowl of perfect eggs is arranged with an almost erotic precision. Mustard, in all its many colours and varieties, verges on an obsession.