Ahhhh, c’est l’amour! Pa-ree has a certain, “Je ne sais quoi”; a magical charm that entrances even the insufferable. Everywhere you go, you see couples suctioned together, alternating between sipping champagne and eating each other’s faces. It’s truly romantic, even for a solo traveler.
At first I was unconvinced, but by day 3 the city had me. I love traveling alone (sometimes) because you learn a lot about yourself. I had several epiphanies over the weekend and am happy to share them.
Paris museums are the best! (in the world) (that I’ve seen so far).
Granted, I haven’t traveled THAT much, but ‘ces musées sont magnifiques’! I only went to 4: Musee Rodin, Le Louvre, Musee d’Orsay and Musee d’Orangerie. Sure, the Uffizi in Florence is incredible, and I have not been to Spain yet. And, no offense to all the beautiful National Galleries in the States, and the sweet museums in South America. But, kilogram for kilogram, Paris wins. Future blog posts will cover them in detail.
Why am I not producing artwork?
I mean, sure I like photography and I do design for a living. But, why am I not drawing, and or painting. Why have I not moved much on my animated short film? Paris inspired me, and I need to carve out time to make my own art. Must get on this. MUST.
I think I could survive on JUST crepes and ice cream.
You can put a lot of good things into crepes, from proteins to greens. And, I probably wouldn’t have that many sweet crepes. I’d save my sweet tooth for ice cream.
The second time I got a sweet crepe, it backfired on me. I call this next snap: Whipped Cream Broken Dream
Four years of French lost and FOUND!
When I first got off the train, I tried to purchase a Metro ticket and was lost. A man tried to help me but I could not understand a word he said. And, the kiosk would not take a card---only Euros. I gave up and decided I’d walk the ~6 kilometers to my hotel.
Four months of Spanish speaking countries was easy. But, now I had a bit of a panic realizing that I could not remember a single word of French. It was like all my memory space for foreign words was overwritten in Spanish. I would say Gracias, instead of merci. And, Si instead of Oui.
But, funny thing. Throughout the weekend, French words and phrases would just popped into my head. I would see a sign and it would trigger a set of words that was previously lost. By the end of the weekend, I was actually conversing with a couple Parisiens. “Il n'y a pas de photographie dans cette chambre?”
Parisiens hate when you butcher their language.
If looks could kill. Wow, the looks on peoples’ faces when I would try to order my crepe or ice cream in French. Their eyebrows would furl, the lips would purse, and the looks of contempt was sharp as knives. It was actually quite funny and it did not stop me from trying to practice. I’d just say something really animated like, “C’est très bon!” and try to get them to smile. Sometimes it worked. Other times, not so much.
There's no stopping selfie sticks.
It's hard for me not to look at selfie sticks with slight disdain, even though, I think they are very handy and I love it when a friend of mine has one (Mike Dasalla). But, I wonder...what's the difference between a selfie stick an a tripod? I walk around with a tripod. Do people find that obnoxious?
What do you think of selfie sticks?
But, more importantly, what are Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump's stances on selfie sticks?
A lot of taxi drivers dress like limo drivers.
Keepin’ it classy. Well played, Paris.
French Onion Soup tastes like French Onion Soup
Tried it at one restaurant and it tasted exactly the same as it does in the United States. But, the baguette that it was served with was way better.
I’ve got a lot of passion for Paris. The romance is real. The city has got a major love lock on me. Au revoir, mon amour!