It’s difficult to not romanticize Paris.
Known as the city of love, Paris thrives on all of these romantic undertones. There’s so much love that the Pont des Arts bridge can’t take it. Literally. Last June, the famous bridge laden with “love locks” collapsed from the weight of concrete promises made by couples from around the world. Talk about falling in love in Paris (pun intended).
La Seine River: Through vessels such as the Bateux Parsiene, you get to see a panoramic view of Paris from the water. Seeing the Eiffel Tower light up at night was priceless.
The regal edifice of Notre Dame hit me with a wave of nostalgia: I could vivdly imagine Quasimodo hiding behind one of the hauntingly statuesque gargoyles perched atop the Cathedral.
Château de Versailles: From its grandiose Hall of Mirrors adorn with chandeliers and elaborate ceiling art, to the colossal Garden that boasts quite a scenic array of flowerbeds, tailored lawns, and finely-shaped hedges, the Versailles Palace is definitely a kaleidoscopic beauty.
Musée du Louvre: One of my personal favorites. The museum of fine arts had so much variety: from Hellenistic sculptures to Egyptian mummies to the coveted Mona Lisa and other famous paintings, I was pretty much drunk on visual liquor. The Glass Pyramid (built to provide an alternative entrance to the museum to avoid congestion from the insane tourist traffic) lends the perfect allusion to modernism to a place that is surrounded with traditional architecture. Fiction also made it famous, thanks to Dan Brown’s sci-fi genuis (his book The Da Vinci Code claimed that the pyramid was composed of 666 panes of glass). But all this Illuminati fictional non-sense aside, it’s simply a beautiful charismatic piece of architecture.
You haven’t seen all of Paris unless you’ve witnessed the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower in the flesh: two world-famous Parisian monuments that are practically tourist magnets. They both made me question how tiny people like us can construct such cosmically beautiful structures that are seemingly larger than life.
Je suis en amour avec Paris! I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of daydreaming about you: the quaint boulangeries that make breakfast my favorite part of the day (man does not live on bread alone, but I sure did not mind living on butter croissant for a week!), heels clacking on the pavements (almost everyone is impeccably dressed), hushed conversations (that sound more like poetry rather than gossip, an intellectual exchange of ideas, or a mere rundown of the grocery list for that afternoon), the subtle hurried panics in the metro stations (it looked like a colony of ants – a sea of people in black trench coats and boots moving too fast for their freakishly long legs), and the men? Tres beau. Ridiculously good looking.
Seriously, all this talk about Paris is making me want to watch the fabulous life of Amelie Poulain… And that’s pretty much my queue to wrap up this pocket of nostalgia.
So Paris was pretty much a visual feast. I can’t wait to share with you Italy! Home of Gelato, gladiators and the best risotto I’ve ever had in my life.