Ironically in Paris

I have never travelled alone. Being in Paris on my own is such a mistake. The city is for couples. Not that the city itself is dramatically romantic or anything, just everyone here is in couples, hand-in-hand, kissing, chatting, looking at each other... I do miss someone and I don't. I guess after being single for long (very long!), I always tend to run out of a relationship. ;-)

Paris is strikingly beautiful and full of surprises. Magenificant buildings turn out when I randomly walking down a street. Or if I happen to look into the side streets, something big and old there. I keep on smiling, walkrandomly, listen to french conversations (so musical and soft), sit in a cafe facing the busy streets, stare at paintings which captured me in Louvre... Everything I can do is so captivating and joyful.

It's almost very hard to transmit such feelings and emotions. What a city! I just loved every single view of it.

I was sitting in a cafe close to the Opera, writing postcards to my friends - they often say that they can make a world map out of it. I thought that was the most French thing I can do. NOT Really. There was something more French going on in front of the Opera House - demonstration. I didn't even figure out for what they were proesting against. Oh, who cares, it is at least full of French spirit. ;-)

On the other side, sitting in a cozy small apartment which allows me to shake hands with the neighbours living opposite the balcony, is also a very French thing or at least a Paris thing. I am taking a very slow paced tour. So the aggressive drivers (who park into zebra line and hunk at passengers) don't annoy me that much.

I have checked out a few historical spots including Louvre and Effel Tower. Louvre is NOT as impressive as Vatican (ouch! ;p). However, I can appreciate art much better today compared to 2 years ago in Italy. I went through all the paintings. I realized that I loved to interpret them on my own: oh, she looks sad; oh, she died because he came late; etc. I also realized that I don't like sculptures that much because they lack colors and I cannot see the eyes of the characters. Sorry!

Effel Tower is staggeringly huge when I sat on the grass right in front of it. When it's dark, the lights are on and glitter for 10 minutes at each hour - really romantic. I felt like screaming and hugging someone to express my excitement.

Today's plan is to check out Monet's impression art as well Notre Dame. Then cook Chinese dinner together with Liv - cooking and washing are the most relaxing thing I got to do over the last 2 years. Loving the trip so far! Though I shouldn't have come at such a touristy time when there are dumb American kids every where. (Sorry! ;p)