I'm in love

Our courtship has only lasted 10 months thus far but every bit has been a dream. Even when I was not in your presence you graced my mind every day without fault. I give you a lot of shit but I know it’s because you play hard to get. I love you for not being a cheap slut even if you make me admit it. Paris, won’t you marry me already?

“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 movable feast.” – Ernest Hemingway

and a different variety...

 

You can walk for days in every which direction and enjoy endless open air cafes with people in utter bliss. Random symphonies and street music, architecture to die for and history around every corner. The Eiffel in the distance, Notre Dame in the landscape occasionally framed with the gorgeous lines of the Seine. Winding and glistening in the evening with river boats and spectators in awe. 

“When good Americans die they go to Paris.” –Oscar Wilde

The Parisians may not always be the easiest group to break into but when you do, it’s a glimpse at a life unlike any other. I’ve met more interesting people and made more lasting friendships than ever I could have hoped for. And not just the Parisians. Like my friend Jean Baptist once said “Why go to America when all the coolest American’s come here?” I have to agree. The American’s I’ve met here have been incredible. Perhaps it’s the connection we make based on a unified love of this unique city. 

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’” - Jack Kerouac

Great taste in music, great taste in food, drink and a zest for travel and places outside anything we know at home. And plenty of it readily available. You can travel to countless countries with completely different languages and cultures for $100 or less and every street is full of specialty food stores and wine shops from every possible region.

I love random encounter with a goat at Jardin des Tuileries, more beautiful than any park you can build in your mind. On every gorgeous day you find the entire city strewn upon its gardens. Children with miniature sailboats in the ponds. Today was one of those days, the kind Renoir would surely paint once more. I met a writer for the New Yorker a couple weeks back who said “What I love about Paris is that countless hours spent lounging at a park is a totally acceptable way to waste an afternoon.” 

Moosh is what there was and moosh is what you got. Don't hate me ;)

PS- Some have inquired if I've met any nice companions of the opposite sex. As long as my little brother is here, that won't be in the cards. He shouts "No!!!" to every unsuspecting suitor that tries to approach me and when that doesn't work he brings out his karate moves. God love him!! (Antonio...don't kill me. I had to tell them. It's too fun not to share.)