Gosh it seems like forever since my last post. I had this crazy notion cross my mind recently about deleting my blog since its desolate and I probably have like no audience left, and then I thought hey because of that I can chatter on and on about whatever kind of nonsense I want. . . yeah right.
So this afternoon when I came to have a look at my electronic journal for the first time in a long time, I was inspired. I reread my post about the first part of our holiday to Europe and decided I should pick up where I left off. . . even if it does seem like my words are just drifting off into cyber space.
Ok. . *sits back, stretches, extends arms forward and pops knuckles* let me see now. . Oh yes, Paris . . .
For years I’ve heard people say how awful Paris is, how its dirty and stinky and how rude the people are. So let me start this narration by saying that all of that… not true! I don’t know what those people were talking about when they contaminated me with such preconceived ideas, maybe they were referring to Paris, Tennessee. The only place where this could have been slightly true about Paris was in a couple places in the Metro, but come on, what do you expect when you’re underground?
In spite of all the bad I had heard about Paris, I was still drawn to it and wanted to find out for myself. I had read so many articles and seen so many travel shows that all had wonderful things to say about Paris, how could these few rumors be true? So I traveled to Europe to prove some people wrong lol not really… (I knew in my heart all along that they were wrong).
Paris was the most charming city I’ve ever been to. The best way I can describe Paris would be to say that in some ways it’s like London and Rome put together. In architecture it was very much a mix of the two. Paris has an older feel to it like Rome but also has the charm and elegance like that of London.
Walking the streets of Paris was like walking through the pages of an old History book, but that can also be said of most European cities. The uniqueness of Paris though is that it has a chic feel to it. That’s the word! If I had to describe Paris in about two words I’d say its chicly Historical.
Something else that’s unique about Paris is that its the famous “city of love”. The whole time we were there I was humming La Vie en Rose. Ok girls, you know that uncontrollable and overwhelmingly giddy feeling that comes over us when we spot a cute guy, watch a chick flick or sing songs from the movie ‘Oklahoma’? (Mel knows what I’m talkin’ about) Well that’s how Paris made me feel. And no, surprisingly, believe it or not, I’m not referring to the gents walking the streets. Just looking up at the Eiffel Tower gave me that feeling. It was crazy, I don’t know what it was, it was like I had that butterfly twitterpated feeling… but for a city, weird I know.
At one point as I stood gazing up at the Eiffel Tower I promised myself that I would be back someday. I would return to the very spot where I was standing at that moment and I’d be wearing a beret, I’d have a beau to kiss and I’d have a camera with a charged battery (I threw that into the promise cause I forgot my charger in London).
Paris was simply, chicly and breathtakingly. . magical. Its a city with a spark. Like fireworks.
My ‘word count’ tells me that I’m already up to 640 words. Normally I would cut it off here cause I don’t want to scare people off with an extremely long post but hey, what the heck, I’m feeling inspired, I think I’ll continue. . .
Versailles *said with a big smile*. The Chateau de Versailles was amazing. . breathtaking. . outstanding. . It’s the kind of place that upon seeing it you stop dead in your tracks, your jaw drops, you become paralyzed as you stand there trying to take it all in, and it leaves you utterly flabbergasted, astonished and speechless. At this point all I could say was “whoa”. Once the paralyzed phase was over you would’ve thought I had seen George Clooney walk by.. all I could do was laugh and jump and say “Oh. .my. .gosh”.
The Chateau was inspiringly rich with History. As I walked through the courtyard I was digging out all the files in my mind of all the things I’d ever read that took place there. The first thing I thought of was my friend Alexandre Dumas. I pictured scenes from his novels The Three Musketeers and The Man in the Iron Mask. Then my mind went to the nonfiction file and I thought of the king who built the palace, King Louis XIV. I tried to remember as much French history as possible. I thought of Napoleon, Marie Antionette and the French Revolution.
I was dumbfounded by it’s grandeur and amazed at the beautiful ornate details. I would say hands down that the Chateau de Versailles definitely beats the Vatican.
I’d like to continue but its late, so once again I’ll have to save the rest for another post.
Au revoir!
They both said “some good things” that really helped me, I wish I would’ve taken notes… (they actually said a lot of good things, but that phrase “some good things” is an inside joke 