An American in Paris...Eventually

Lately, I’ve got Paris on the brain. I’ve never been to the city everyone falls in love with. I’ve been in the airport, but that doesn’t count as I was just passing through on my way to Trieste.

I’ve been thinking a lot about Paris. It seems like a majority of the books I’ve been reading lately take place in Paris. So what am I waiting for??

Last week I saw the movie Midnight in Paris. It was wonderful and prompted me to read the Paris Wife, which prompted me to read Hemingway all over again. It’s like a domino effect. Oh yes…and prior to that I read Christopher Moore’s new one: Sacre Bleu. Then I started watching short videos of Paris on youtube. AND I “liked” a page on facebook about how to dress like a French woman. I’ve clearly lost my mind. It’s somewhere in a charming little outdoor café in Montmartre. It’s hiding in a steaming cup of café au lait.

I want to see La Tour Eiffel. In the daytime AND the nighttime. I want to wander the Louvre. I want to walk. Maybe I’ll take a bus tour of the city. Or a boat ride down the Seine. I want to wear scarves. And most of all, I want to sit in a charming café and drink a steamy café au lait and watch people go about their day to day lives in the only way Parisians know how. With style and finesse.

And you know? I’m very content to go solo. It’s a hop, skip and a jump from Trieste. My French is as bad as my Italian but just as grazie mille goes a long way, so does merci beaucoup.

A bientôt mes amis! Until next week….