Sorry for the long silence. But over the last eight weeks, I have been working very very hard on the Ignacio film in Spain and had absolutely NO TIME for anything else.
But thank goodness the shoot has finally wrapped (will tell you all about it later) and now I’m spending the last few days of my holiday here in Paris.
Ah yes, Paris! The first European city I’ve ever been to. Who knew my first visit would be followed by more? And yet somehow, the city always surprises me. Like today, strolling along the Place Charles de Gaulle, I was suddenly overtaken with awe by the sheer magnificence of the Arc de Triomphe. I don’t know why. Maybe because it was less crowded today, or that my mind was somewhere else yesterday as I walked through the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.
Whatever the reason, I was grabbed by a feeling of wonderment, as if I was seeing the monument for the first time. I felt giddy, like a child. I held on to the feeling for as long as I could. It’s something to be treasured, like the memory of one’s first kiss.
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Paris can do that to you. It can surprise you when you least expect it. So I’ve been walking around the city taking in the little details: like how the pink garden chair seen from our rented apartment window stands out proudly amidst all the green or how the fluffy croissants bought from a nearby boulangerie crumble into a million tiny flakes as soon as I bite into them.
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There are the sounds, too: of metro trains zipping through the tracks with a thousand footsteps chasing after them, of cuttleries and tableware clinking against each other, of neverending conversations in quaint cafes.
And then there are the colors! Yellow, magenta, turquoise, and red; in shops, tabletops, sidewalks, and display windows.
The many beautiful vignettes around the city offer a thousand possibilities– of meaningful conversations about to take place, of meals to be eaten and enjoyed slowly, of books to be read, of lives to be led. After all these years, I’m still a stranger to this city. But I don’t mind. I don’t want to be too familiar with Paris. I want Paris to surprise me every single time. I hope the magic never ends.