Back To Paris
This week marks the beginning of a grand adventure for my husband and I. Much to our delight, we are leaving the Texas heat behind for a week in Paris and a road trip thereafter to Austria and the Dolomites. Paris is an especially meaningful place for the two of us, given that it is the city where our relationship began. Subsequently, every trip back is a sweet reminder of our first days together. I am looking forward to cooler temperatures, a trip to the Musee Picasso, picnics in the park, and a cooking class or two. To get in the spirit, we’ve had French music playing in the house and I’ve pulled some of my favorite Paris-based books and movies, from A Moveable Feast to Midnight in Paris (and Ratatouille…let’s be honest.)
I have come to find that walking is the best remedy for the bread and wine and cheese and chocolate that is unashamedly consumed on any given trip to the city of light. One of my favorite things to do is stroll at dusk and marvel the fading light, which falls on the city like golden gauze. It is everywhere: sealed behind apartment windows, shining off of slate-colored roofs and terra cotta chimneys, cascading down the Seine in a fit of sparkles. Every visit summons deep-set dreams and makes me believe that anything is possible. For this, I repeatedly find myself drawn back to Paris, a girl in a big city following her star.