It’s rainy, overcast, and downright yucky outside. The damp air chills you to the bone. In short, it reminds me of Paris.
Paris—how I long to walk the streets of the Latin Quarter. I can here Italians singing opera in the background as I take a leisurely stroll in the chilling drizzle under an umbrella, from the Luxembourg Gardens to the Eiffel Tower. And no, that’s no short walk. I fact, it’s quite a distance that takes hours, but with Guido and Ricardo (yes, the names are real) singing as we walked, and the breathtaking architecture surrounding me, the time flew. That was a long time ago, but I long to walk those streets again, and one day I will, with a chocolate-filled croissant in one hand and a steaming coffee in the other.
I suppose that’s the good thing about today’s miserable weather. It reminds me of something I love. Paris is breathtaking, from the blue rooftops and white sculpted buildings to the statues and fountains everywhere. The food is incredible, and once you get to know them, the French are a wonderful people with a rich culture.
So, I can’t hop a plane to France today, but I can pour myself a steaming coffee, close my eyes, and travel there in my memories, and maybe even chat with a friend over there on Facebook, if I time it just right. One day I’ll return, but for now, that will have to do J