My eyes are tired from trying to keep them open constantly, making sure that I don’t miss an instant. I have my black pea coat on and it is doing a fairly decent job in keeping me warm enough to continue my walk throughout the cobblestone streets. Everyone is in a bustling hurry, but not so much that it feels hectic, just that it is with purpose. They are
beautiful and confident. I can’t stop watching every move that people make. The air is crisp and the sky is generally clouded and grey as it is November. But this doesn’t seem to alter my mood in the slightest. I have never been in a place that feels so alive and with such a history. They have their own style and music and genre. To be Parisian would be just the end of it all. The end as I see everything now.
Ok. Well I may be a bit dramatic but I am twelve years old and it is my first time stepping foot in Europe. I never want to leave. My mom told me that they say it takes over a week to walk throughout the entire Louvre and to see everything. I shall take that challenge! I could easily stay here and explore. Between all the small neighborhoods, little market places, old narrow streets, I don’t think I would ever be bored at the beauty of this place.
It doesn’t even matter how cold it is at times. It just makes it better to experience Paris in the fall! I watch people riding their bikes by all bundled up and with a perfectly crisp
baguette hanging out the basket on their bikes. Seems cliché but it is the truth. I want to live in Paris. I want to be able to eat lunch at a café looking out at the Eiffel Tower. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at it.
My mom, her friends, their daughter and I want to go and watch the lights on the Eiffel tower. It is approaching the new millennium and there is a lite up sign on the front of the tower counting down the days. As we walk up to the glowing tower there is a carousal signing next to it with loads of children screaming on it. I get to go on a ride with the two year old daughter of my mom’s friends. I hold onto her while she is perched on top of a plastic horse. Every turn we make I keep stretching my head to keep looking at the tower. It is incredible. It feels like it is not real. That it is just a fake tower and that I am not really here. Once we get off the ride I see a vender right outside the carousal ride and there he has the coolest hat I have ever seen. It is a rounded hard beret looking hat with an edgy embroidering of the word Paris on it. I put the hat on with the logo in front. My mom tells me that she thinks I have put it on backwards, but I insist that this is how it is worn. I feel so cool. She ends up buying it for me, and I wear it everywhere
This is my first experience with Europe. With a culture so embedded with their own style of music and art and fashion, it is very difficult not to fall in love with it. I was twelve years old and I have been hooked since then. I never thought that I would love Paris as much as I do, but it is true what people say about the feeling you get when you are there. Maybe some don’t feel it, but when you do…its addictive. There was a time in 2009, where I was going through a very difficult time and I was one click away from booking a trip to Paris for a few days just to reboot myself so I could start fresh. I don’t remember what stopped me. It was most likely money related, but I think the idea of me having the freedom to do so at any point in time, helped to get me through a lot. I’m not sure what inspired this blog. It was the beginning, and what I often float back to in my mind.