I’m on the eve of my trip, but this time I won’t be traveling alone when I visit Paris. I’ll be walking in the footsteps of the 20 million other wayfarers who visit the Eiffel City each year. And yet I will be alone, for though the sites/sights may look the same to all, there really is no “one” Paris. Everyone’s Paris is their own.
So how does my Paris differ? What makes “my Paris” unique? Why is it that I keep coming back to this city on the Seine? Perhaps on this trip I will find the words to explain my fine romance — or not. Even poets can’t always put in words what swells in their heart.
I do know how this trip will be different, and maybe that’s an easier place to start. On my last trip I learned how to peel an onion and craft a vegetable mélage. On this trip I hope to learn some fine points of playing boule while I sip a verre du vin.
Although last trip I avoided museums, this trip I want to wander the Islamic collection at the Louvre and get together with Picasso and some of his closest friends in a brand new exhibit. I’ll also walk—literally—through the shimmering gold of a Klimt painting and dream of being as thin as some of the 50 Giacometti bronzes I’ll see in a different exhibit.
I’ll enjoy once again a crepe sucree from the corner street vendor near Notre Dame and after nearly 50 years, I’ll return to the Marais to savor falafel. The known and the unknown … an apt description of my trip this time. That much I do know … and how excited I am to discover what it is I don’t yet know !
So come along … drop down the rabbit hole with me …
We are. as the Cat in the Hat says …
Off on an adventure !