Why I love Paris !

shakunharris — Wed, 10 Dec 2008 08:43:44 +0000

I love Paris… because of the

the brightly lit streets and boulevards
crossing the Seine and sunworshipping on the bateaux mouches
the white walls of Notre-Dame
the marches aux puces
homemade French baguette in hand
from the nearby boulangerie
accordeon players serenading lovers
Canal Saint Martin and its colourful shops
grabbing a filled baguette on Chaussee d’Antin’s small cafes
watching the latest flick at Gaumont cinema on Champs Elysees
stopping at the cafes in Gambetta
to enjoy a drink and watch people go by
scooping the sweet Tunisian pastries
endless trips to Mango and Etam
having ’tisane’ under the coupole of Le Printemps at Boulevard Haussman
watch bulky Americans wade their way through the crowds
sitting and reading in the garden of the Luxembourg or Tuilleries
enjoying a Magum au chocolat in the sun
walking down the narrow ‘passages’ near the Sorbonne
enjoying Deborah and hubby taking the velib for a ride
watching them getting annoyed when the ticket is invalid
straining my neck from watching facades of buildings
taking the toy train to Montmartre
having a leisurely stroll at Place du Tertre
visiting each sexshop in Pigalle
pretending to be interested by the cheap stuff made in China
shamefully crashing in an Irish pub for a long beer
feeling oversized when trying Lingerie
finding treasures at the Paris fleamarkets
browsing at the Marche aux Puces St Ouen
having lunch at Chez Louisettelistening to Edith Piaf’s renditions
strolling at Pere Pere Lachaise cemetry and reading epitaphs
and the crowd of Porte de Clignancourt
taking short Metro rides
walking the steep steps of Montmartre
the shop windows of Printemps and Galeries Lafayette
shopping at Sephora with Deborah on Champs Elysees
enjoying the best confections, like macarons Daloyau
wrapped in exquisite packaging at Lafayette Gourmet
standing the crowd of the ’soldes’
visting art galeries and exhibitions
listening to stand up comedians and jazz clubs
watching the Eiffel tower lit at night from the lawns of Champ de Mars
loving all the time spent with Deborah
endless days of us trying new ways of French manicures
funny stories of medical practice
and the laughter we share as being in Paris
running and catching the metro
rushing home after a vain hedonisic day shopping at Galeries Lafayette
hopping over the crottes on the streets
and aching feet from a long day !

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Why I love Paris !