I am finally in Paris—to stay. Looking for a job and an apartment and so happy that even the gray rainy days don’t make me homesick for my sunny California (yet)!
Everything looks kind of rosy in the Luxembourg Garden:
I am going to take you on a short promenade in Paris: in the morning you have a quick coffee in your hotel room,
If you are lucky you can see the Etoile with almost no traffic:
but if you are really lucky you will catch some new version of the Beatles crossing the streets:
and then you buy your metro ticket (and maybe cigarettes if you are one of my girlfriends),
from here:
and head down to your favorite café in Saint Germain,
or any other nondescript one like this one,
and watch people (something I am not very good at—coming from the U.S. where staring at others is considered a major faux pas):
and more people,
or watch them watch you!
Of course in Paris, everyone is a philosopher and you better get used to it:
and most waiters are annoying!
I personally prefer watching the iconic Parisian rooftops than people:
and temporary exhibitions like the one below:
Next, I will drag you to see the eternal Bonaparte (or Malaparte according to the rest of Europe!)
After lunch, you feed the little sparrows in Place des Vosges,
or see Quasimodo feed them in front of the majestic Notre Dame cathedral:
You may want to see the stage makers in the old Paris Opera house:
and hear me curse Chagall for the nth time for having defaced the original ceiling!
we can go see Dali and ask him why his Venus has open drawers…
From the Montparnasse tower you can see most of the landmarks:
I love this view with the Luxembourg garden as a blob of green in the middle of my photo:
And when you are dead tired you go back home but not before admiring the beautiful bridges of the city of light:
you buy some bread (low carb dieters beware) because that’s all you can afford if you buy anything else in Paris!
A glass of wine and a piece of cheese will be all you need,
you may admire the blue hour from your window:
you may read a little bit,
then you go to sleep and dream about great stuff…
and wake up to an early deserted Trocadéro:
and watch the rainy morning start in front of a bitter espresso in a very small cup:
and wonder about what the hell you are doing away from the sunny California and your friends and Cyrus,
and the good old Santa Monica…
but then you remember that you wanted to do that all your life and you better do your best to be happy in the land of Molière!
