A little Paris, please

I came home and am now suffering the back to reality syndrome. Namely, bank account balance, prospect of going to work this weekend, and the burly guys working up on the roof that are torturing me right towards a migraine.

My first trip to Paris is forever enclosed by the sad parentheses of two funerals, one right before and one right after, and the biggest impression it has left on me is how goddamn tired I was the entire week, and how restless I felt. I don't remember any flavors at all from two years ago; I think I even shrugged and said, what's the big deal, it's just another big city. I was homesick.

This time around though, despite the cold, and the wind, the short days and early dark, despite viruses, cramps and mishaps (like closed museums), I think I get it. I get Paris.

This time, I so want to hold on to my Paris impressions... But they're like a spritz of perfume in the air. The scent is so real, but so short lived, and fades away so quickly. You can't grab onto it to make it stay.

Hot chocolate: artery clogging, soul warming aphrodisiac....

A museum-like department store, Galerie La Fayette. Can't afford more than a little jar of Herbs de Provence at the gourmet section, but impressed by the $8000 bottle of wine.

An edible wedding dress. Kinky... It's all white chocolate. Took 36 hours of work

Cheese shop. There is one cornerly. Why can't we have this at home?

Is it wrong to laugh at a cemetery? This guy is sooo symbolic right here, staring at his own deathmask. I'm like totally faced with my own mortality, or something. Deep.

Jewish Bakery. Any bakery. Pleeeease?
Mon Kir. Husband admonished to learn to make it.
Winding rue Mofetard and street market. Disturbing art. I get art. I stared at this scorpion-like, obstetric looking, spliced Woman with Throat Cut for like an hour. That is certainly quite an impression. (the view of the Sacre Coeur from the escalator at the Pompidou was much more pleasant, but there is no pic)

This is a bit of a stretch, yea? But if Vegas has a mini Eiffel Tower, why can't Boston have a mini Notre Dame?
Je voudrais... how you say... go back to Paris?

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