Travel Romance Story in Paris

From the first moment I considered Paris, I was in love. Paris was everything I believed it would be: lovely, advanced, ancient, orderly, and unwinded. All the clichés were true. As I stared at the Arc de Triomphe and after that down the boulevard of the Champs-Élysées, fashionably dressed individuals in their fitted pants, gorgeous dresses, and black jackets walked around me, a traveler too dumbstruck to move.

Subsequent sees just grew my love for the city. When I returned last month to lead a tour through Europe, I added extra days for the City of Light. I couldn't bear to not have time alone with Paris.

Paris has been blogged about numerous times and will continue to be. However that will not stop my fawning. To me, Paris is the very best of society-- wise, stylish, advanced, and soulful. Its seemingly limitless history blends with contemporary life. It takes the best of each and produces something even better.

Paris reveals herself through singular walks through her history, from the Place de la Concorde where Marie Antoinette, King Louis XVI, and numerous others lost their heads, to the Tuileries Garden constructed to accompany its name palace that burned down in 1871.



There is the Louvre, a centuries-old royal residence turned art museum; the ancient Sainte-Chapelle, the home of stained glass windows dating to the 13th century; Notre-Dame, whose existence towers above the city's historic center; the Jardin de Luxembourg; Montmartre; and the Eiffel Tower. The Latin Quarter, with its patchwork of winding streets that utilized to be house to working-class Parisians and artists, constantly appears to reveal something brand-new.

And, when my mind loses itself in history, my senses pull me back into the present. Greatly dressed Parisians I see make me reevaluate my drab backpacker uniform of a tee and jeans, and believe, "I can do better." The smells from the patisseries turn me, a hater of desserts, into a fan of them. How can one deny such exceptionally glazed and embellished tarts? These visual alleviates are a delicious work of art. All the fromage shops, bakeries, and markets where one can fill for only a few euros make pricey Paris a foodie's budget dream. A trip to Paris is nonstop consuming, with rich food washed down by smooth red wine. In Paris, gluttony is not excess however a lifestyle.

Although I enjoy my home in NYC, the city's pressure and ruthless mindset frequently clashes with the go-with-the-flow attitude I've learned from traveling.



Paris is the opposite of New York. Here individuals stop to appreciate the little things in life-- lunches that linger over wine, two-month holidays, picnics in the park, stores closing at an early hour, and daily market outings. In Paris, life is a play and each act is devoted to what matters most: food, wine, friends, love, and discussion. Here one lives life instead of racing through it.

I idealize Paris. I know this. My romantic idea of the city, born of books and movies, is only enhanced by each visit. And like all long-distance love affairs, we idealize the excellent and gloss over the bad. Life in Paris might not be as charming as I think, however we all need some romance in our lives, and I am happy with my affair.

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