Paris is a hard experience to describe solely through words. There are so many sights and sounds that go unseen and unfelt through prose. So here is a closer look at some of my time spent in Paris thus far.
My girl with the green eyes has been the best of tour guides while I’ve been in the city. The city that is really hers. She familiar with Paris as if it were an old friend. She can navigate her streets to really bring joy to your afternoon and show you the hidden gems that are off the beaten tourist tracts. The sights that really give Paris her soul that is.
We’ve also wondered these streets countless times at night. It was along the mighty Seine that we first talked of marriage and longer future together. And in the streets we’ve seen a million lights. It’s the perfect
I’ve been to the tomb of a million bones, the Catacombs of Paris. Bearing witness to generations of remains that tell a thousand different stories. None of which I’ll ever know myself.
Jade and I have been to many of the greatest museums the world has to offer and seen our fair share of timeless and priceless artifacts. Huge milestones in the history of art and culture that still shame the work of artists today.
Then there was the time we shed our older skins and became kids again at Disney. A place where you let go of worry and forget about the outside world. Sort of a treatment for the soul. Just to remember what it is to feel young and curious again.
Other weekends we’ve escaped Paris all together. Going to ancient Abbeys and smaller town in France that compare to even the beauty of Paris. But in a different way altogether. Where instead of monuments created by man you are greeted by the sheer glory of god and all he has sown on this holy earth. I’m no religious man but you can feel the cosmos vibrate at these places in your moment in time.
Belgium was the time we left France altogether for a neighbouring country. The Amsterdam of the North they call it. Bruges. Were half the streets are made of cobble and the other half of water. Were time really slips away and your teleported to an older sort of community. It makes anything back home in America feel new and shiny.
Even inside the walls of Paris I’ve found a place to ground myself though. For Paris has her parks as well as her tall buildings. Places where you can get back in touch with trees and earth and see people enjoying their days in a simpler sort of way. Be it smoking a pipe on a bench or sprawled out on a blanket with a lover.
And in the nights when all the walking is done and we still have enough energy left in us to play we set up tents and forts to help keep the bordom away.
We’ve seen behind the scenes of some of the cities most famous attractions. It gives you new appreciation when you know how something works. And finding a deeper history and understanding gives meaning to every bolt in a structure.
We’ve traveled even further back in time then iron and towers as well. Seeing the bones of the creatures that wondered this earth and swam in her oceans before we were even a thought on the cosmos mind.
My time here in Paris thus far with Jade and other friends has been something else. A time I’m sure I’ll cherish and hold above many others in my life. A time that one day I’ll look back and tell my kids and friends about for as long as I may live. And there’s still some time left to the adventure as well before this chapter closes and another opens.
Can’t wait to see what else this city holds for me.