First Taste of Paris

To begin with, I would like to apologise with all my heart for the extremely long hiatus I took from blogging. I was lost in a void and it is only recently, that I have regained my footing.

It’s good to be back to writing and sharing experiences though.


About a month and a half back, a friend who was extremely dear to my heart suggested we plan a trip to Paris. Needless to say I was on board. After a lot of planning, we headed to the land of love and it was hard to contain my excitement. Due to some personal reasons, I had to cut the trip short and the visit became a bittersweet one, more bitter than sweet but still. For the past month, I have been warring with myself, wondering whether I wanted to write about the few good moments I had there because it meant I would also be reliving what went wrong and I didn’t know (I am still quite hesitant) whether I was ready to do so.

This post goes to show which side won the war I guess !

So here is my first day in Paris…what a glorious one it was.

After waking up late in the morning after a wonderful sleep in one of the most adorable and cozy bedrooms I have ever seen, my friend and I had a simple yet delicious lunch of fresh strawberries sprinkled with sugar along with spaghetti with parmesan. We then headed out to explore Paris, with me as a tourist and my friend as my guide.

As we were approaching the tube station, my friend showed me the garden right outside it which marvellously had all its trees in the same height and shape. It was a beautiful sight and the sunlight streaming through could not be more perfect. I don’t know whether it was a joke when my friend called the place the Square Garden.

Dubbed the Square Garden.

Once we had arrived where we wanted to, we casually strolled towards the Notre Dame de Paris. After a few minutes of insisting, I won over my friend and we walked inside to view the beauty this ancient cathedral housed.

Notre Dame de Paris.

With high arched ceilings and ornately designed candelabras, there was a peace that settled over me from the minute I walked in that can’t quite be explained. I was in awe of how majestic the interior of the cathedral was.

Candles lit by the people praying.

After spending some time taking in the quaint and mesmerising feel of the cathedral, we stepped out to continue our day out in Paris. We decided to walk down the bridge and sit by the river Seine for some time and just enjoy the view and sunlight since London isn’t that gracious all the time.

While we were seated, I got the most glorious view of the cathedral and couldn’t resist myself and took about 50 shots of it from all the angles I could manage. By this point, I was practically eating up everything I could see visually, trying to preserve every single thing to memory. Such was the joy !

As we were heading back up towards the main street, we stumbled across the infamous Love Lock Bridge. Even as tourists were placing locks on the bridge and throwing the keys into the river, many more were being removed simultaneously by officials. A part of me did feel a twinge when I saw the locks being removed. The hopeless romantic in me couldn’t help it !

Hearing my stomach grumble, my friend and I decided to head back home. As we were turning our back on the cathedral, I realised I hadn’t captured the famous sculpture of Holy Roman Emperor Charlemagne. While I was attempting to do, standing on my tiptoes, my friend had a righteous time laughing at my pronunciation of St. Michel. I still don’t get what was so funny, my accent isn’t French, of course I won’t know how to call it French now would I ?

lt was at this point that we came across this fountain. Despite my friend being a native French, failed to tell me what the name of the fountain was which had me in fits, cracking one too many jokes about failed guides and shamed French citizens. These jokes didn’t go down well, let me tell you. I thought of this as good payback for all the jokes about my failed pronunciation of St. Michel. By the way, if any one of you readers recognises the fountain, do let me know what it is called.

Just as we were walking down the stairs to the tube station that would take us back home, I found myself cuddling the most adorable german shepherd. It wasn’t keeping well and it broke my heart to say goodbye to it. I would have taken it home with me if I had the choice. It was just that cute !

Somehow, as we stood waiting for the train to arrive, I couldn’t help but think of time and how precious it was. Maybe it was because somehow time seemed to slow down and pick up all at once in the train stations with people waiting and trains shuttling back and forth. Yes, I know, so very profound of me. The thoughts left me in a pensive state of mind which had me tying to capture what I was thinking, to better explain my thoughts. I failed…terribly.

My friend and I then headed home, to rest our weary soles and to munch on yummy hot food. I was particularly looking forward to collapsing on the cute bed I had been provided and couldn’t wait to doze off and wake up to another amazing day in Paris.

Keep your eyes peeled for the next Paris post which I promise won’t take another month.

Till then Mavericks…


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