Last week I wrote about my beloved city of Chicago. This week, for obvious reasons, I’m thinking a lot about one of our sister cities, Paris. My first time here was 20 years ago on my first passport and and my first time really traveling overseas.
Dreaming of Paris
Paris is the reason I fell in love with travel. For an American, born and raised in homogenous suburbs of New Jersey, it was like stepping back in time. I was in awe of the cobblestone streets, the stunning architecture, the cheese mongers and bakeries for each neighborhood, and just the overwhelming feeling of history at every turn. I felt like I was in a movie.
Paris is a huge city, but if you break it down and just visit certain areas or arrondissements one at a time, it can be easier. Use the metro to get around and then just wander. Admittedly, some of my favorite food there is not French (except cheese, crunchy baguettes, and macarons), but the nice variety of ethnic food all around. Want to see the highlights? Here’s a great post on how to do three days in Paris.
I’ve been there now at least four or five times and feel a need to return soon. And not just because its a fabulous city, but because of the people in it — warm, kind, open, and fun people. I’m thinking of Paris today.
Have you been to Paris? What memory stands out for you?