There are few things I wanted to say about my trip that didn't seem to fit with my travelogue. I knew that I would enjoy Paris. I had read about it and thought about for many years now. And even though several people had told me beforehand that I would fall in love and want to live there, I took it all with a grain of salt. I've traveled before and seen some very amazing cities, but nothing compares to Paris. It is another world. And it is indeed a world in which I could imagine myself living. There is a quietness, a peacefulness, an elegance and a dignity to Paris that I have never experienced before. I've always craved a kind of quiet in my life - but never knew what the quiet was until now. Because it isn't a quiet that comes from being alone. I know that too much alone is not good for me - I become depressed and eat and drink too much. And yet too much time with others in this noisy, pushy, busy world exhausts me. And I am forever seeking a balance.
It was only a day or less in Paris and I had that balance. I felt a part of everything and everyone. I wasn't overwhelmed by people and noise and chatter and distraction. I was intensely focused and delighted. I ate and drank far less than I do at home - yet I never felt deprived or denied. I saw so much beauty that at times, tears would simply gather in my eyes and my heart would ache. I laughed easily and often. I felt at home.
This was the perfect place for Bridgete and I to have time together, too. Without the business of life, the distraction of school and work, we were able to feel again our deep and lasting bond. To know with just a glance or a nod what the other was thinking, feeling, imagining.
I'll stop here, just because I don't want to cry! I know what I am supposed to do now. I am to return to Paris as soon and as often as possible.
There are more of my pictures on Picasa - link below - and Bridgete, who is a far better photographer than I am, has her photos here.