I didn't write a post for the Fourth of July, but I waited all day for midnight to arrive so I could publish this Bastille Day post. If you've read this blog for any period of time, you shouldn't be surprised :)
Oh Paris, how I miss you. Your cobblestone streets, quarters full of mirth and amusement, hidden streets, cafes. Your people - the street vendors, the bouquinistes along the Seines, the bakers, the waiters, the charming cafe owners who prolong bringing the check because "c'est dommage de laisser partir une si jolie fille".
Believe it or not, each time I've been to Paris I haven't taken many photos. The minute I step out into the city, I feel....at home. I don't have a compulsive need to photograph everything, but rather, to feel the moment, to absorb the city, to feel it flow through my veins like the wine I drink sitting on the sidewalk's edge along the Seine.
But one of the things I miss the most is the language. I miss speaking French, hearing it around me. I miss grabbing a Madame Figaro at the newstand, or reading Le Figaro at breakfast like a good Parisian.
I cannot wait for the day that I can take my love to Paris. My two favorites in life....I'm afraid I'll have to "lose" my passport and stay forever.
Soon, soon...I'll be back, Paris.