I forever adore Paris … Paris brings back so much memories …!
It’s been almost forever since my return to Paris, I remember ended up on that street in the Saint Germain des Prés quarter. Perhaps chance led me there … or rather, not so much chance as intoxication. The intoxication of the streets that always seizes me in Paris. At the time I encountered the street, younger and wilder and free, I was spending weeks and weeks completely alone in Paris and would walk for several hours each day through the quarters. It was an obsession that I couldn’t resist.
There are streets in all cities. But while elsewhere they consist of sidewalks, rows of houses and slightly convex asphalt surfaces, in Paris they defy decomposition into discrete elements. Whatever they may be narrow ravines that run into the sky, the dried-out courses of rivers and blooming valleys of stone, their components are interconnected like the limbs of living things. Often the side walls and cobblestones flow imperceptibly together. I roamed about on these routes and must have awakened in every passerby the impression of an aimless stroller. Filled with the longing to finally reach the place where what I’d forgotten would come back to me, I could not pass the smallest side street without entering it and turning the corner at its end.
So much memories of Paris . . . I woke up today back in my beloved city, while sipping on a hot cup of tea, staring out of the window through the green house, into the cold breeze … Perhaps, I remember why I adore Paris so much! 🙂
Bonjour Monday! 🙂