Memories of Paris

I like the Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.

Natalie Lloyd

Paris is always a good idea.

Audrey Hepburn

America is my country and Paris is my hometown.

Gertrude Stein

A few weeks ago, my husband asked if I would like to go back to Paris. It’s been several years since I have been there. Truly, my favorite place in the world. My dear friend says, when she thinks of me she thinks of Paris. It’s my heritage. Still, when I reflect on it. I don’t think want to go back.

There are a few reasons I feel this way. First, I don’t have the stamina for a long trip, I once did. Second, I’m afraid that in today’s world, the French would see me as an ugly American. This perception would occur before I had time to exhibit any boorish behavior. Let’s face it, Americans aren’t winning any popularity awards at the moment. Most importantly, I’m afraid another visit might not live up to the memories I cherish. Paris might not always be a good idea. Maybe, it’s better left in the past.

Choosing photos and quotes for this post was difficult. There are so many treasured images and meaningful words. I saw Notre Dame from a bateau floating along the Seine. Watched the Eiffel Tower light up as twilight enveloped Paris. Experienced the majesty of Sacre Coeur, sitting up high on a hill, looking out over the city. Approaching Monet’s home, in Giverny, the beauty takes your breath away. Montmartre, Versailles, the Louvre, the Palais Garnier, the Eiffel Tower. The list goes on and on.

My friend and I stayed at a small hotel a block away from the Eiffel Tower. Often we would wake up early and walk through the neighborhood to a Patisserie. We would sit at a sidewalk table and drink our coffee. Eating a crispy, warm croissants dripping with chocolate, as we watched people going about their day. Later, we might stroll along the Seine without a plan in mind. Stopping in at a church or a museum when we happened upon them. We brought sweet, sticky macaroons back to the hotel from Laduree. Where we sat in the courtyard and devoured them. When we became thirsty we ordered Pouilly-Fuisse. It was a magical time. Treasured memories too fragile to duplicate, I’m afraid. A generous gift from my husband, I will always be grateful for.

Peace be with you.