Temps printanier à Paris

Bonjour trésors

After nearly a week in Paris, I have fallen in love with the Parisian way of life. What better start or end to the day than this.... ?

Each day was spent luxuriating in the bliss that is uninterupted relaxation. I strolled the streets, listening to the sounds of french all around me. I tasted the freshest of baguettes, and funnily enough, baguette actually just means 'stick'. Over delicious french red wine, I discussed the finer points of breaking or cutting the 'stick'.

I did manage to explore the 'Lourve' for all of about 1 hour, before I left in boredom. I think that art is very personal, and quite honestly, it was just too much old stuff in one building. Instead I wandered out to the sunshine and watched people scareing pigeons instead. I then wandered to the Eiffel Tower, and remembered how much I enjoyed travelling.

I encountered a delightful man, who attempted to help me out with my map. Even though I wasn't very interested in seeing the Notre Dame (having discovered it last time), he offered to escort me there. Which was really quite endearing, despite his continued attempt to speak to me in ONLY french, and me with my fledgling attempts to say "Je ne pas' la vous pas francais". Which in halting language (apparently) means "I don't speak french". He didn't seem to mind that I couldn't understand him, and kept offering his arm to me. Eventually, I gracefully smiled and said "Non merci" and walked away laughing to myself.

Shopping was fabulous, new boots, new jacket, new shirts, new .. well just new stuff really. I love new stuff. Hopefully, it won't be another 6 years before I return. Instead I determine right now, right here to return before the year ends. Maybe just in time for Christmas lights and sparkles. Now that's a fabulous idea....