“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”
– Ernest Hemmingway.
Venturing to Paris at the modest age of 17, little did I know this city would taint my soul of nostalgic memories and an aura of home-comfort remains within, each time I return to the city.
Most days are unforgivably spent as long-days at university (often I had to remind myself of the reason I moved to Paris)… Though, an amusing memory I hold close is how desperate I was to blend-in within the brusque Parisian crowd. I often would venture around Monoprix (the French equivalent of Sainsbury’s) convincing myself my French was expertly crafted to be subtly mistaken as a local. Only for this analogy to soon be squashed by the guy across the counter at Paul’s bakery when I attempted “Une baguette au fromage, s’il vous plaît”… he responded in english that my baguette would be “3 Euros” and gave a snooty snarl at my poor attempt of the French accent. Yet, I fondly cherish this nostalgic memory.
The iconic Grand Arche “Spectacle Espace/Light Show” – composed by Art/Music producer Jean Michel Jarre.
Paris … Je suis sous le charme.