Paris … here I come … again …
Why again ? … that’s the question so many friends ask. Why not someplace new ?
Maybe because in some strange way, Paris and this trip aren’t about exploring the world, but more about going home. To a place whose streets I know, whose food I savor, whose people I enjoy. Paris … where I feel alive … the embodiment of hope, that warm feeling of contentment …
Perhaps Joni Mitchell sang it best, back in the early ‘70s ….
I am a free man in Paris / I feel unfettered and alive / You know I’d go back there tomorrow if l had my way / I’d just walk out these doors / and wander down the Champs Elysees / going cafe to cabaret thinking / How I am free in Paris … unfettered and alive
“… Should [I] have stayed at home and thought of here?” asks the poet Elizabeth Bishop. Her answer is an emphatic “No” and that’s just how I feel.
If my walking is limited, it may as well be limited in Paris. After all, there’s a café just a few doors away and how much more wonderful to watch the world from a café chair, sipping an express, than to sit on my sofa and read about wonder.
So, yes, here I am again … and here I go again. I’m curious what I’ll discover this time, what surprises await and what “old friends” I’ll meet.
I’d love to have you come along … So put on your dancing shoes and let trip the light fantastic following that illusive red balloon !