There are some
who call me the modern day Michelangelo. While this maybe an inappropriate name
for a blog, which is consumed by talk of Parisian cafes, art, and sights, I
seem to embody every quality of the name. I have a horrible habit of being
unable to finish what I start. For example: some homework assignments never
seem to make it into the professors hands, various creative art projects rarely
see the light of day, and broccoli is always left over on my plate.
However, I can soundly inhale a tarte aux framboise in one minute flat, I never
seem to fail at keeping up with my Tumblr, Pintrest, or Instagram accounts, and
an entire box of pistachio macaroons from Laduree can be easily consumed
without breaking a sweat.
As some of you
may know, I had a blog from my last Parisian adventure. But alas, its
electronic lifespan was short lived and thus was another innocent victim of my
modern day Michelangelo tendencies. But can you blame me? I was trying to write
blog posts while in Paris…the biggest distraction of all! Blog posts began to
turn into what felt like homework assignments and I am no fan of extra work (I
just suppose I can thank my inner Frenchiness for that). I was much more
talented at prancing around Parisian boulevards in six inch heels, overdosing
on blackened espressos, drooling at the sight of delicately crafted macaroons,
or fainting from the smell of leather made products wafting out of a small
boutique on Boulevard St. Germain.
Yet this time I
have higher hopes for my blog entries. Photography has always been a passionate
hobby of mine, so I figure that with a little motivation from my Nikon, I will
be more dedicated to sharing my photographs of the City of Light along with
some detailed entries on my fabulous adventures while abroad…take 2. I never
thought that I would be so lucky as to to travel to Paris to study for one
semester. But a second semester in Paris?! That is simply a dream come
true.
As Dr. Seuss
once said: “You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality
is finally better than your dreams.” I am not sure if it is the time difference
or my pure excitement to be back in Paris, but sleep has become somewhat
obsolete since my return. Dr. Seuss is right; I am in love and I am constantly
falling over and over for a city that I simply can’t get enough of. I fall back
in love with Paris every morning when I groggily walk through the damp fog,
when I sip a cup of tea from Mariage Frères,
or as I watch an old man quietly walk through Parc des Buttes Chaumont. So my
everyday reality in Paris is better than sleep. And my love for this city and
culture only grows with each passing day.
À
tout à l’heure!!
