In my last post from Paris, about this time last year, I invited everyone to join my on next trip.
Well, here it is a year later, and here am I back again, ready for more wandering, for more wonder. And looking forward to sharing the trip with you. A different kind of a trip this time, I think. First there were monuments and museums, then came meandering, now it is, perhaps, about experiencing.
My son says I am on my third “last trip to Paris”. And I must admit when I am stateside, anticipating the foreboding challenges of a solo journey, I wonder each year if I can do it. This year, the challenges were particularly daunting – an increasing lack of mobility and restricted breathing. All spring and early summer, I wrestled the dragon of doubt. It wasn’t until midway through a long stretch of pulmonary rehab, that I finally committed — said, yes (!) I can do this. I picked up the gauntlet of the US women’s World Cup soccer team that If you can dream it, you can do it. Or its shorthand : Dream it, Do it !
Now, Paris day three, is about to begin. Day One was given over to serious jet lag and day two saw me “back on the road again” … Wandering streets I hadn’t walked before, stopping in a neighborhood church for the
end of a Saturday noon mass, café sitting with a glass of martini rouge and a twist of lemon, nibbling a baguette on the walk home, trying out un petit peu de francais – then
then turning a corner to discover a lovely park, and sharing it with some lovers, a street person, a father and young child – and two green platina nymphs in a fountain.
I’m only here for a week, so get out your Waldo marker and trace the route of surprises as together we wander Paris. I wonder what we’ll find this time around?