Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Counting Down to Paris
In four days I will fly to the see the man who, when I tell him, "I have a random question..." replies to me, "I have a random answer." The man who took me to the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building of the New York Public Library and was disappointed that I didn't get to see the reading room because it was closing when we arrived. The man who is eager to teach me how to boulder, how to drive a stick shift car, how to install my own programs onto my computer. The man who forgives me when I don't have time to talk to him because of the amount work I have to get done, and yet is there for me in an instant when I tell him I need him.
In four days I will be in Paris. Beautiful, dirty, sweet, snobby Paris. Paris of my childhood summers. Paris, where life has given me some of my favorite memories, where I spent countless birthdays with my grandparents and cousins. Paris, where I had my first drink at a bar. Paris, where I fell in love with foie gras, where I experienced my first two Michelin star restaurant. Paris, where I learned how to be alone, where I discovered the joy of going to the market and buying fresh produce. Paris, where I taught myself how to slow down, sit quietly, and watch the world.
And Paris, where I met B.
"Paris ne m'a jamais semblé aussi jolie, magique et magnifique qu'en ta présence."
I can't wait to return.