Greetings from a grey Madame Paris
Every time I come to Paris I find that I am excited about the trip here and conflicted when I finally get here. So after a 2 hour train ride from my beloved Antwerp, we arrived to a grey and wet Paris. I was already moody from the weather. The apartment we are staying at is a bit larger than the one from the previous trip in Le Marais, but I still find myself feeling like a stranger to Paris, which is the opposite of how I feel in Antwerp. To me Antwerp feels like home, a warm hug after a long day, while Paris feels like a moody lover, whom I have to cuddle up to for her to reciprocate the attention.
We are sitting in the smoking outside area of La Royal brasserie on Boulevard de Filles du Calvaire, feeling as moody as the weather, I find the Parisian cafe culture and people watching are the perfect antidote to my grey state. I always say to friends who want to visit Paris because of its portrayal in the media (movies, music) that Paris is not a place you come to once and feel that you know it and love it, I have always believed that bit by bit she unfolds herself to you, quietly, slowly and unapologetically introducing herself. I like Paris, but whether I love her or not is maybe a feeling I am yet to discover.