Sometimes, when describing a city or new place they've visited, I've heard people say things like they felt right at home the instant they arrived or something along those lines. I've visited places like that too.
Paris isn't one of them for me. To me, Paris is like a gleaming little jewel box - a sort of mysterious treasure.
When I first arrive from the U.S., I can't help but to be taken by the beauty of the architecture and the romantic aesthetic it exudes. It comes across as so fancy - almost a bit intimidating.
As I wander and visit shops and cafes, I'm an outsider, for sure. As conversations go on around me, my mind wanders and I daydream a bit, having very little understanding of French.
But there's a beauty in that too - the peacefulness of having nothing but your own thoughts to guide your way.
This is what this beautiful and sweet city affords me. I've thought a lot about this lately - that we find what we're looking for. If we're looking for beauty, we will find it. Every city has its flaws and its beauty too and that's what I'm seeking - so I will find it. I focus on the good, and my goodness, Paris has it.
The greatest encounter in one's life is the encounter with oneself. ~ Yves Saint Laurent
This is the seventh and final post in my Paris Party of One series. You can find the first post here, the second post here, the third post here, the fourth post here, the fifth post here and the sixth post here.
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Between posts on my website, and all year long, I'm preparing for The Farm Chicks Vintage & Handmade Fair. You can read alI about it here. I also document my life on Instagram. You can follow along with me there.
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