Paris, Je T'aime. {Day Seven}
“London is a riddle. Paris is an explanation.”
― G. K. Chesterson
“... you’ll have to fall in love at least once in your life, or Paris has failed to rub off on you.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
Dare I say, Paris has already induced me to fall in love with “it”? I honestly feel uncomfortable addressing her as an “it” ...to me, with all the bustle… with all the beauty… with all the liveliness, Paris is, in fact, not “dead.”
Our last day.... consisting of a charming (albeit extremely breezy) walk on the Champs Élysées.
First~ French macaroons are mine (and my mother's) new addiction; we specifically are delighting in the rose flavored macaroon. Be still, my heart.
Secondly, I'm starting to associate Paris not only with pink, but with crisp pale grays and navy blues. Trés chic, oui?
Out on this famous street, we walked, meandered, played the tourist in very obvious ways (i.e., exclaiming periodically, "I can't believe I forgot my camera today!"), and took our sweet time enjoying the alternating sunshine and sudden chills. Finally, we stopped at Laduree, a famous bakery, restaurant, and pastry shop.
Yes; that, my friends, is a rose macaroon (in terrible lighting; but never mind). I had my parents try one; I have almost never seen my mum so enthusiastic over such a small treat. But they were that wonderful.
On our walk back to the metro station, it began to drizzle; it was late by the time we got back to St. Paul. However, when we first came to Paris, my daddy saw a butcher shop (A. Becquerel) that he was determined to go into. Our last night, we stopped in the deliciously toasty shop, and purchased a roast organic chicken to take home to the apartment with us.
We spent the remainder of the evening packing for tomorrow's flight to the south. A quiet chill settled over the city, and we said goodbye to the lights of Paris...for now.
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