La Ville-Lumière directly translated to mean “The Light City” is an appropriate name for this glittering night-life city. One of the first cities to light their streets after dark with gas lamps now attracts people from around the world to see its lit Eiffel tower.
You are my favorite when there is sunshine or moon light. The in between, I’m not as much of a fan. “The people in Paris always look busy, when all they actually do is roam around from morning to night; it’s obvious, because when the weather isn’t right for walking around, when it’s too … More Dear Paree,
If I could have one superpower I would choose you, universal communication. What I would give to have the mastery of your many forms. Coming to France for 6 weeks without having ever taken French created quite the language barrier, especially considering that my learning abilities in the area of language are not … More Dear Language,
I wanted to travel through Europe for many reasons, but one of them was to work on you in a new way. If given the opportunity, one should never refuse the chance to experience new perspectives and personal lives lived out before their very eyes. Fortunately, I have not only been given the chance … More Dear World View,
I love you guys so much. So so much. So so so much. Thank you for taking an eleven-hour overnight flight in the middle of a big move and complicated life to squish three people into a two-person typical European sized hotel room for a week. (I love Europe, I mean no disrespect, but I … More Dear Family,
I am among you. I think of us as true travelers at heart but not yet deserving of the upper division “vagabond” title. It’s like being a Girl Scout; we haven’t gained enough patches to graduate into being a woman scout or whatever comes next. We’re in the same club, have similar interests, play in … More Dear Aspiring Vagabonders,
Last semester I set a goal to partake in you more, to set aside time to do things on my own. In fact, I went as far as praying that I would learn how to have you without feeling alone. I didn’t realize that I would literally and figuratively run into concussion problems and be … More Dear Alone Time,
When I stumbled upon you, I literally stumbled; Through the rain, zig zagging between streets and cars, I entered the place where you are kept, musee l’orangerie, hot and sweaty. I scanned the lobby for an entrance, something so simple but nevertheless something I struggle to find on the daily (maybe because of the language … More Dear Lilies,
Like Paulo Coelho once said, ‘you can’t be tamed.’ But I would also like to add, nor explained. I’ve always had the imagination of a dreamer, the ongoing pull to another world, flowing through my veins like a need. I would like to say that I’ve always identified with you, even if it was myself … More Dear Dreamers,
I stepped out of the cab, bags loaded, and looked at the wall that shot up before me. The taxi driver pointed to a green square in the mass, resembling a door-like outline, and threw in some beautiful French that was surely helpful, had I understood any of it. However, the gesture was enough for … More Dear Madame Michele Bonhomme,
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