What does Paris look like from inside my Burlington living room? I want to crystalize each experience, retain the images of people, places, pictures , keep savoring the flavors (Moroccan tagine, morning croissant, Libanese ice cream) and allow the memories to swell and swell.
What are some of the moments to remember … A nighttime boat ride on the Seine with the Eiffel Tower aglow in lights. The fine lines of a Giacometti sculpture. The showering gold of a Klimt light and sound show. The street woman who sat huddled 10 hours a day by my apartment building door. The moving resonance of the St Eustache organ concert and Bach filling the chapel of Ste Chapelle; the solo street music … jazz guitar to electric violin to cover vocals.
The dash and panache of restaurant waiters, the scowls of a few. The diverse sounds of language and the sight of eclectic clothing. The shoes of course, and my shuffling but persistent gait. The tap of my cane and the kindness of strangers. The warmth of family and shared experience. Conversations participated and overhead. The pleasure of warm days and a full heart. Memories made and stored. Pursuing a red balloon down unknown streets. Discovering the unexpected. Building confidence. Falling in love and following a dream.
Most of all, the pleasure and privilege of sharing my trip with all of you via cyberspace. The goal of writing, Hemingway said, is to convey everything to the reader so that he (or she) remembers it not as a story read but as something that happened to him or herself. I hope my experience has become yours as well – and that you enjoyed the trip as much as I did!
Let’s travel together again soon!