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Paris, France“Even in the winter gray, Paris is a vision that both dazzles and charms. I see her as an elegant woman with grand and timeless style. She wears a multitude of petticoats, every layer exquisite in design and detail. Each faultless seam follows a winding rue, each stitch a step sublime. Her cloth is old but fine, her countenance chic and sassy. I’d like to call her mine.” --From Beth’s Diary, January 5, 2003 So much has been written and published about Paris over the centuries. But she has also been inscribed in brief post cards and long letters home, and in the pages of private journals too numerous to tally. Personal accounts of living in this “City of Lights” never stop being issued and devoured even by those haven’t experienced her pleasures beyond their mind’s eye. Paris is a seductive mistress for those enthralled. When I began coming here, my Paris was the Left Bank. The Lost Generation of Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and many others had captured my heart. I loved their streets and cafés and could hardly cross the river to the Right Bank. That has changed. I will always adore the Rive Gauche, but I now prefer the Rive Droite. The following notes are but a hint of the city I love and which I now do call my own. There could be many more notations since I’m not on the run and have become better acquainted with her myriad charms, but the only advice I give now is if you’ve already experienced the major monuments and museums of Paris, take the time to explore some neighborhoods you don’t know. Beauty lurks around every corner. There are more charms to behold. In my humble opinion, Paris is the most magnificent city in the world. |
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Copyright © 2005 James Morgan & Beth Arnold. All rights reserved
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