Dear Paris (the city, for clarification),
How do I say this? Uh, well, I've fallen in love with you.
And I know you hear that everyday, all day. Hell, there was even a movie made about you, telling how much they loved you in abundance:
The one below is from my favorite short film of Paris, Je T'aime
So, I know it means nothing to you, but hear me out, okay. So, my love was not love at first sight. Doesn't that count for anything these days? Aren't those loves the ones that last a lifetime?? It was a slow falling-in-love; It took 5 weeks. I actually didn't like you at all, at first. I recall crying embarrassingly to my program director the first few days, and I recall numerous conversations with my family over Skype. There were problems; it was really complicated. In summary, it wasn't you. It was me. But those days are gone. Gone forever. You charmed me with your Marais, your cafes, your fashion, your art, your (dare I say it) AmBIAnCE. Now I am full of bliss whenever I'm around you.
Can't wait 'til I see you next.
P.S.- Here is how I fell head over heels:
#1: Breakfast in America:
#2: Shakespeare and Company:
#3: Notre Dame and surrounding area
#4: L'As du Falafel and everything else on rue des Rosiers
#5: La Vaissellerie:
#6:Trocadero where the crepe is a must
#7: Le Centre Pompidou
Where this past time I saw Jeff Hodges exhibit. I want all of these:
One of my favorite photographs in the museum:
#8: Shopping from Les Halles to St. Paul:
Totem Sans Tabou:
9) L'Orangerie et Tuileries:
Exhibit with Paul Guillaume. In this painting, Paul was only 24, insouciant, smoking a cigarette and looking into his successful future.
10) Vincent Moon for living in Paris and giving treasures such as concerts a emporter by Phoenix:
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