“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.”
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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.