The other day I wrote: “waiting can be pretty boring – but sometimes it’s so much worth it” – could anybody guess what this man was waiting for? Or even where..?
It’s supposed to be the most visited city in the world. It’s the city of elegance, style, and fashion. The city of lights and the city of love. It’s the city that became special to me long time ago, and our encounter always was supposed to become a milestone in my life. I have waited for that moment for a long time, and postponed it for even longer; it was supposed to happen much later and I was supposed to know it long time in advance. “To prepare”, or something like that. Last weekend, I suddenly found myself in the middle of its rush. And – non, je ne regrette rien. I’m in love, and it’s not a secret anymore: last weekend, I met Paris.
My grandma is currently writing some memoirs, and one part of them is solely dedicated to her travels. I read it for the first time the other day, and discovered that she also had visited this metropolis long time ago. There are just a few lines written about it:
…You have to be there to feel the peculiar atmosphere of this city, once called the “capital of Europe”. What I’m left with after this trip, are memories and pictures that speak for themselves.
Right know I couldn’t give a better description of it myself. Here is a little review of my first ever 30 hours in Paris:
I fell in love with the metro! (And I also had to fall in love with walking that weekend).
I “visited” the Louvre, and I discovered the city’s romantic vibe right next to it.
L’amour toujours
I had the best moules-frites in my life (without me being a mussels-eater) – another contribution to the collection of “experiences of eating french fries, becoming the symbols of special places”. [https://bloggingberlinka.wordpress.com/2012/11/11/the-real-deal/]
I really enjoyed having french onion soup in France.
I tried to breathe in as much frenchness as I could walking along rues, allées and boulevards.
But even among all the frenchness I found some italianness.
I had the most amazing restaurant-experience ever: a varied menu, cheap prices, good quality, quick service, a full restaurant. The waiter tried to remember 10 orders at the same time, repeated your wishes while you where saying them, threw the plates and glasses towards you when ready, brought you a random dish because it was the last portion assuming you might like some fish tonight, and wrote the bill on the tablecloth… I don’t even remember if I actually ate or just smiled and laughed. Anyway it was delicious and as fun and exciting as an amusement park.
Dessert: “Pruneaux au vin glace vanille”. To die for! (as well as the “Coupe mont blanc: creme de marron chantilly”!!)
Then “bonne nuit”, and up again – Montmartre was awaiting:
Croissants & Co
Croissants & Co
Beautiful Sacré-Cœur
I’m going to remember this first weekend of 2013 for a very long time. Unexpected. Magical. No, Paris, it was not very hard to fall in love with you.
Seriously?! 
