I never imagined that I'd end up liking Paris. Perhaps not to live in but definitely for a summer where the sun doesn't set till 9 or 2100h if you're french :).
It's sunshine and people on the banks and bridges of the Seine waving at river boat cruise passengers. It's ancient metros racing through tunnels, making you feel like you're in a wormhole, suddenly arriving at a station. They ought to be scary late at night but are actually filled with happy drunks moving from one party to another and wonderfully talented musicians entertaining passengers while trying to make a buck. It's picnics on the Champs de Mars and going ooh every time Tour Eiffel sparkles and jogging around that same park for exercise during the day. It's the tiny sense of achievement at figuring out how to navigate the city and learning that you'll manage to be ok even if you feel somewhat stranded at 2 in the morning because the last train to the suburbs has stopped.It's learning the secret history of places and things that only locals know and having charming french guys (they all think that they are) bring you flowers and take you on picnics to chateau gardens for fun. It's finding the cafe of the one mosque in Paris and admiring how beautiful it is as you have shisha and tea. It's so many things in the summer.
Paris, je t'aime!
Someone asked me out on a date. He stammered and stuttered through it. I had to say that I had someone in my life and so I couldn't. I still felt terrible. I don't think it ever get easy asking someone out.
Today was lovely and sunny in Paris and I learned that it really is possible to get tired from doing nothing. That is, drinking and eating and eating and drinking some more, soaking up the sun and then drinking and eating some more.