It’s the first time in 8 days that I’ve had time to blog. The rest of the chums are off to Ibiza to attend a wedding and I am left alone here in Paris for the next three days before I catch up to them in Barcelona.
Ergo, muni-muni time.
I’ve been trying to think of what to say about this city the past few days. It’s a daunting task to think of words to describe Paris. It’s not like any other place I’ve been to before. I won’t na wax poetic about its beauty. Paki-google na lang. Yes maganda sya, napaka. Pati mga tao, literally magaganda. There is no way to overhype it. So let’s get that out of the way.
But it also requires hard work. It’s not a city you fall in love with right away. Or rather, it has no interest in wooing you to love it. Paris doesn’t need you. and sometimes it feels like unrequited love. You walk and walk till your blisters have blisters and you eat all the baguettes you can get your hands on and you bonjour and merci and ca va and pardon all day long and it never feels like you’ve come anywhere near knowing it well.
Every city has a rhythm and if you never get it, even just a glimpse, it starts to resemble a relationship leaning one way. Which is fine, really. Some of the greatest stories of love don’t require the object of one’s affection to love the other back. But yes, it’s seems so easy for your heart to break here.
Paris is a man and he’s just not that into you. bwahah.
Maybe it’s all the history. Or the tourists. And the need to compartmentalize the tourist life from the real everyday life. Which makes me so so far away from the very place where I’m sitting now. I think there is no middle ground here. You either consume it, invade it, or be completely consumed and invaded by it. You cannot just watch and see where your place is here. You have to know before coming.
I’m leaving in three days and already I cannot wait to come back here.
2 comments:
I will go there soon. Promise.
Love.
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