Thursday, October 12, 2006

Fly Me To The Moon, Part Four: Paris



I was wild about Paris.

The morning we arrived, bleary eyed from traveling overnight from Venice, we rode in a cab through the still quiet streets of the city to our hotel. At one point Gym nudged me and pointed out the window. There, oh so tiny, peeking through a gap in the skyline, was the top of the Eiffel tower. I cried.

Paris is a city I plan to go to again and again. It was different in some ways than I expected (Bigger! More modern!) but still somehow exactly as I'd hoped it would be.

Certain places can make your heart pound in a way that feels just like love. This was one of those places for me.

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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

As usual, wonderful, wonderful photos!

Grandma

Anonymous said...

"Certain places can make your heart pound in a way that feels just like love."

dah

Bobby Konrad said...

Isn't that metro entrance creepy? That's the one near Cathedral de Saint-Michel and Notre Dame, right?....Or, I'm dumb.

-b