Paris

I know Paris is just a place, like any other. It's morning smells of the night's past transgressions, stinky drunks, and jet-lagged tourists trying to find the McDonald's. The same sun rises over immense monuments standing tall for the world to stare agog. The stray dogs and falling leaves are no different than they are here in Colorado. The stone and pavement are just as hard and unforgiving as any other place I've walked. I've never imagined it as an impressionist painting. I've never imagined it as heaven on earth. I know the history, anguish and filth that's been awash in it's streets since it first sprang into being. But there is a magic there, I believe. Even those of my friends that are well traveled admit that Paris still holds them captive.

My early concept of Paris stemmed from books and the rash ideals spawned from their musty pages. Growing up in my tiny town, with my colorless reality, Paris seemed like the place where real life must begin. Everyone in Paris must be brilliant and stylish, the food must be incredible, the history and art overwhelming, and the scenery wondrous. I promised that I would go there. I promised that I would go and memorize each blade of grass, and each drop of water in the Seine, and each note of music floating on the breeze.

My life isn't colorless now. My world revolves around my brilliant and stylish friends, amazing food, and gorgeous scenery of Colorado. I cherish my life, and hold no hopes of finding new beginnings in Paris. However, I still hold my ideals formed amongst the seaweed and fish scales of my childhood. I owe it to my inner child. I must go see taste and experience everything I promised her I would. I plan to wander with my sweet husband and taste all the delights that Paris has to offer. I'll attempt to speak French, I'll try whatever food is placed in front of me, I'll memorize all the scents of city, I'll capture the gardens at Versailles, and every stroke of paint in the Louvre. When the 8 days are finished, I'll drag my tired bones back to my home, rich in memories and drunk on life's possibilities.