Saturday, January 4, 2014

One girl in the big city

Happy New year, good people!

My adventures finally ended. I am back after almost a month of bouncing around the continent. I am in my pajamas, eating leftover Maltesers, which we bought from London yesterday,  and contemplating the past few weeks. As of now though, since the holiday comedown is so hard, I'll allow myself to reminisce about all the good things that had to come to their inevitable end.

I am still on the Paris subject. I had to wait until I turned 26 to visit the City of Lights. I think of myself as a child of London, however, everyone has been crazy about Paris. People can't help but draw parallels between the two. I couldn't wait to see for myself what's all the fuss about. And I did.
The two are very similar however London is just better. Yet Paris kind of grows on you. Perhaps there is something in the air - the longer you stay, the more you breathe in, the more intoxicated you become. I am lucky I left in just 3 days, because alternatively, I may have gotten stuck in a Paris limbo - never able to leave.

Paris surprised me in many different ways. I expected not to like it, I ended up loving it. I also expected everyone to be really rude. French people in general and Parisians in particular are famous for not being all too welcoming. I don't know if it was due to my efforts to speak French (which apparently is more proficient than I had hoped), or due to the fact that I never forget to smile to people, but everyone was actually really really nice. And I loved that.

Me - feeling as if I've just built the Eiffel Tower...or conquered it.

Ever since I'm trying to write this blog, I made a non-New Year resolution to observe people. Normally, I want to look good, but I couldn't care less about the efforts that other have invested (or the lack thereof) in their appearance. One think I did notice - most of the people there have an attitude similar to mine - they don't care. And that's the best thing about them because it allows them to be uniquely stylish.

The perfect Christmas Eve - no big family gathering, no traditional food, just good Chardonnay with my gorgeous mother on the Champs Elysees.


Finally what surprised me the most - I am afraid of heights. I least I though I was. But I did go the top of the Eiffel Tower. I didn't think that this would be a big deal (and certainly not worth the panic attack) - just a view. It turned out to be the most gorgeous view I have ever seen. This vista was to die for, so I'll dedicate a whole post to it, but I'll give you a sneak peak.

Stay tuned.