I can often be contrary or resistant to things I know nothing about. This is often the case when everyone is going on and on about a particular thing. Maybe it's that I don't want to be just one of the crowd, maybe it's that I know nothing about it and would rather it had been my idea, or more often than not; it was something that felt out of my reach. Believe it or not, I was that way about Paris. Paris felt out of my reach until I was almost 40.
Once I got there, Paris began to weave into the fabric of my life, now for thirty years. I often say that each of us has to find our own truth about love and death. I also think that each of us needs to find our own truth about Paris. Of course, there are the iconics that everyone knows. But each of us has our own individual stories and memories that fold in and out and around those iconic cornerstones. I don't know about you, but I have my very own Paris.
This Paris is mine and no one else's. Some things just can't be shared. No matter how hard you try, it doesn't translate. Just when I think I've stopped trying, someone or something comes along that pushes me to try to share. Fortunately, I've learned to stop before I get in too deep.
At the height of discovering my Paris, the second version of Sabrina was released. Coming from a family of classic film buffs, I had to suck it up since they all preferred the original with Humphrey Bogart and Audrey Hepburn.
I tried to introduce them to the Harrison Ford, Julia Ormond version. No go. For me, it was the sound track, the color, and the "iconics" with even some of my special more hidden away places, that made me fall in love with this version.
Of course, they included the quotes:
"Paris is always a good idea,"
and...
..."Oh, but Paris isn't for changing planes, Paris is for changing your outlook...for throwing open the windows and letting in...letting in la vie en rose!" It's difficult to not have a relationship with Paris. Paris is alive.
What makes Paris yours?
Happy Saturday!
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