Eifeltower by night
Paris, the
city that needs no introduction. Who doesn't know the Eifeltower, the Arc de
Triomph, Montmartre and Qaurtier Latin? Paris… What can I say that has not
already been said by thousands? The answer to that question I do not know. All
I know is one thing; when I'm in Paris, it feels like being home.
I
absolutely love Paris. Its smell on a Sunday morning, its cramped terraces with
the tiny tables and wobbly chairs, its taxi drivers who throw lavish gestures at
you with their right hand while keeping the left hand on the horn. Paris, I
love your architecture, wide, tree bordered boulevards and narrow back passages
with scooters flying through. I love your history, the present and no doubt, your
future.
Paris has
my rhythm.
restaurant 'Le Café Du Commerce'
Our harts beat with the same pulse and with the regularity of the
underground, 'Le Metro'. In the morning, standing at a bar counter, having a
croissant, some coffee and a smoke, just to get us going. Then, to pass time, a
few hours of work or sightseeing if you're a tourist. The hours are spent only to
fill up time before you can go and have an extensive lunch. Warm, homely meals
are served and accompanied by a glass of wine or two, or three. Paris is all
about passion and taste. That goes for the fashion as well as the food, and for
the people I might add. Sure, some old fashioned waiters may talk in sentences
shorter than a recalcitrant three-year-old but for me that adds to the city's
charm.
Les Halles, Les Abatoires, La Fayette. La Defense,
Bois de Boulogne et la Banlieue. J'aime tout! In this blog, I will post my
pictures of Paris from the past, the present and in the future.
