I Love Paris

 Paris has a personality all her own.  Yes, her.  She's definately a woman.  Soft, sensitive, enticing, great fun with a mystery about her as well. She's a skilled courtesian who flirts endlessly, but you're not sure she's really interested.  I love Paris!

So much to see and do in gay Paree.  The Eiffel Tower is amazing.  So are the Arc de Triomph and Versailles and Louvre and on and on.  The architecture is beautiful.  Just walking down the street is an experience, any street.   No wonder Hemmingway loved it so.  He once said


"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."


Hemmingway's words were comforting because I didn't want to leave. And Oscar Wilde gave me hope of returning.
“When good Americans die they go to Paris.”  Oscar Wilde


I didn't do so well with the language.  I felt as Mark Twain must have when he said "In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in French; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language."

I know Paris is the city of gourmet food.  For some reason I didn't experience those wonderful dishes.  Maybe I was too busy walking the city.  I spent hours walking.  So I found French peanut butter and some wonderful bread and made do with that.  I think that was a good decision based on Charles de Montesquieu.  He said "Lunch kills half of Paris, supper the other half."


Parisienne women ride motorcycles and scooters.  They do so in heels and short skirts.  Everyone is dressed in black.  If you want to stand out, wear color, but it will mark you as a tourist.


Paris has many faces and can be whoever you want her to be, yet she is decidedly Paris.