"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien
Like New York and my hometown Chicago, Paris is a walking city - a wanderer's delight. Each has it's own character, architecture, culture feel and flow that I cannot get enough of. Now a days when I go to Paris I go with an entourage: Mr. Gorgeous, our fantastic three, ma mere divine and - of course - Coco. And while we spend most of our time exploring and experiencing the city together, I always schedule at least one full day to wander the city alone...
Place de la Concorde at Sunset.
I especially love this photo because I was able to get
the gorgeous sky, the Luxor Obelisk,
and the Eiffel Tower in one frame.
A tree lined path on the grounds of Tuileries Palace.
The trees are majestic, magnificent and calming. There are dozens of paths, liberally sprinkled with benches and chairs. It's a beautiful peaceful place to
picnic, read, people watch and daydream.
Cour du Commerce-Saint-André, Saint German des Pres.
This was my first visit to one of Paris' famous covered passageways. I wandered to my heart's content. So many intriguing little shops and yummy looking restaurants. I have a few more on my list and intend to write a feature about them for Belle Inspiration and for you, bien sur. In the meantime, check out this great article about Paris' passageways by 'Paris Year Abroad.'
A little while ago I blogged about a haunting, stunning photo-exhibit depicting Paris under Nazi occupation/Vichy regime. When I look at those photos - several of which are people wandering occupied Paris - I wonder what it was like, how scary and stressful it must have been, to live in/experience 'that' Paris. What must it have been like, to live in constant fear, never sure if your neighbor or passerby on the street was friend or foe, always keeping a fearful eye on the horizon.
For the last few weeks Paris has again been occupied - by a terrorism of a different name, but similar ideology. A terrorism that instills fear in the hearts of everyday people trying to go about their everyday lives. This terrorism is real, pervasive. I fear it will change my beloved city forever. I don't know when I will again visit Paris. But I do know that it will be soon and that I am eagerly looking forward to it. I wonder what I will find when I arrive, what I will experience when I wander. In the meantime, I send my solidarity, strength and fervent hope that Paris continues to do what she has done for 13 centuries - survive and flourish nonetheless.
Vivre! Rire! Aimer!