My Paris Dream is to visit the French cityโ the most beautiful, romantic place on earth __ like I have all the time in the world.
I wander late into the night through the streets where there are lights but no people.
I wake up whenever. And have breakfast in bed.
In my Paris Dream, I venture out only when the day’s inviting.
My Paris Dream
The afternoon is going quickly. I’m off to walk the neighborhood. St. Germaine, 6th district. It has restaurants, cafes, high-end decorators, antique stores, and art galleries.
Around the corner from my hotel is Quay Voltaire. And then, the Seine. The Louvre. The three bridges โ Pont Neuf, the oldest bridge in Paris, links St Germain to the Tuileries; Pont des Arts, a pedestrian bridge that takes you to the Louvre; and Pont St Michel, which leads from St Germain to the central city.
The walkabout reminds me I’ve missed lunch, so I return to Rue Jacob and my hotel. Just a few steps away is a cafe where I sit to warm myself and to be graciously served. Something about waiters outfitted in white shirts, black slacks, and a server apron that says “Paris” to me.
Perhaps I should have skipped the second glass of pinot noir because my eyes are drooping.
A short nap and a quick dinner later, my Paris dream, day one, is done.
My Paris Dream – The Reality
Visiting the US has been busyโฆ and a bit stressful the past three months. Traveling with family and friends you haven’t seen in a while can be exhilarating. And tiring.
One thing that kept me going was to dream up a new adventure. Something I could do on the way back to France.
The stopover in Barcelona and Collioure on my last trip back to Uzรจs was a great idea. It gave me a chance to catch my breath. To be absolutely on my ownโฆ with Fannie, of course.
Here I am. You guessed it. Paris!
Fannie is taking to Paris. They love dogs!
My hotel in Paris, Hotel du Danube
