Here I am in Paris...who would have thought - never had I considered I would be here - and yet after the freshness of it disapates and the strange becomes the familiar - there is nothing really that excites you - momentarily, the thrill has gone...
Still it is a great city - pulsing with history - especially the old parts of the town....Monmarte, Isle de Paris...wandering around, the church bells ringing every quater hour chasing away the day, you realise there is a lot of energy expended here over time - the bricks and stones moan a little with the weight of history.
Is there something more? Perhaps - there is the energy of the people - friendly, helpful and generous with their smiles - offering assistance to the stupid Englishman - it's great it's a country with a foreign language - I can curse and no-one knows what I am saying...just another crazy foreigner, they think to themselves...
I am really tired though - it will be great to go home...but I will return again...refreshed and ready to explore some more.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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