Friday, July 26, 2013

Dreaming of Paris

As a little girl, to compensate for the things I wish I had I would fantasize about them all day. The places I’d go, the things I’d have and the adventures I’d embark. Then I learned how to read and that took my imagination to another level. Stories I read painted more beautiful imagery in my mind fueling my imagination more so than ever.
Lately (although mostly all my life) I’ve been dreaming of Paris. A trip is in the works, yet I can’t wait to experience it myself. I’ve been reading the book, Lunch in Paris by Elizabeth Band and this spoke to me:
Europe had that effect on me, ever since I stepped off the plan for the first time in college. I felt more like myself here: as though my love of art and history was natural and my inability to name the latest rock band didn’t matter. In Paris, the past is always with you: you look at it, walk over it, sit on it. I had to stop myself from grabbing Gwendal’s arm as we walked up the narrow passage to the entrance: Pardon me, sir, I couldn’t help but notice; the cobblestones outside your door are older than my country. The idea thrilled me. I’ve always been a bit of an old-fashioned girl.

Image taken in Seattle on Kodak Porta 400 film.

1 comment:

  1. omgosh you are going to LOVE paris! seriously one of the most magical places I've ever been in the world!! i'll have to order that book on my nook :p thanks for the rec babes!