It’s the daily mundane in many parts of France that I find the most captivating. On further contemplation, Paris is probably one of the few cities in the world whose city centre does not boast any stark architectural contrasts: the whole lot is damn beautiful. Aside from my blubbering and besotted gush over Le Louvre, I like taking a moment to admire filigree iron framed against stark white security shutters against rain-stained stone before getting lost on the Metro; I like that the entire Eiffel Tower can disappear behind a lamp post and re-emerge a few hours later in all its illusory painted glory; and I like that there’s a giant melting lollipop
sitting on the windowsill of what would otherwise be my quintessentially Parisian Airbnb apartment, and a sandwich place across the street called Bert’s, that only really serves croque-madames-and-monsieurs, but has free Wifi so dear Bert is forgiven.
This season, I chose my accommodation with a much greater emphasis on geographical convenience to shows, than a self-indulgent boutique vegan life in Le Marais – my reasoning being that during Fashion Week, who even has time to have a life anyway? Particularly when I was working and traveling alone.
up for its touristy surrounds with outrageous sunrises over the river, and being two steps from Palais du Tokyo shows, a fifteen minute walk to Grand Palais shows, a thirty minute walk to Jardin des Tuileries shows (depending how high your heels are), a seven minute stroll to L’Avenue (be still my beating heart née stomach – and oh, the people-watching), and every awe-inspiring bridge Amélie could ask for. Meanwhile, there’s no Franprix in sight, and I spoke more Mandarin during my first weekend in town than I did French or English. But, even tourists in Paris have their charm: we’re all fascinated by how a sprawling city can be so effortlessly chic.
It seems otherworldly that walking home from the news stand, sitting in four o’clock traffic, sweating on the Metro and staring out the window at the same tree-lined intersection could never get boring. And that’s coming from somebody who finds it necessary to jump between a trillion different interests on a daily basis just to stay sane.
I’ll leave it at that on this quiet Sunday, scrambling around my bedroom floor, trying to consolidate piles of loose-leaf law notes. Remind me next semester to buy bound notepads – I never learn.
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