Paris, Tu J’adore !!!!

I came to Paris to do many things.

Work, study, eat  for sure but work on one of several novels, foremost on my mind.

The thing is, the beauty of Paris , washes my mind clean of the rigors of life which are the cornerstones to a novels depths.

The disillusionment, the difficulties the injustices one sees on a daily basis living “at home”, which give rise to so many concepts for a writer, are just melted away amid the beauty of Paris.

(by the way I wrote all that with a box of Pierre Herme macarons sitting half empty beside me, and this is just the first day!!!)

LOCKS ON MY FAVORITE BRIDGE........PUT YOUR LOCK HERE AND YOU WILL ONE DAY MARRY TO ONE YOU LOVE and RETURN TO PARIS.

FRESH HERBS ON THE SIDEWALK

TAKES A STRONG MAN TO SIT IN PUBLIC WEARING BRIGHT RED GLASSES AND PURPLE SCARF, A BERET AND SMOKE A CIGAR.........BUT IN FRANCE ITS NORMAL....YOU JUST HAVE TO LOVE THIS PLACE

THE NEWEST AND MOST AMAZING CHOCOLATE SHOP ON EARTH...MAISON GEORGES LARNICOL on BLVD ST GERMAIN

ONE SUNDAY IN PARIS.........JUST AROUND THE CORNER FROM LARNICOL IS THIS AMAZING CONCEPT STORE COMBINING SEVEN SHOPS IN ONE..........SPEND A SUNDAY AND FIND OUT FOR YOURSELF.

I wanted to sit at my usual coffee shop (I’ve been coming to Paris for 23 years now, the past ten I have always drunk coffee at the same store on the first day of my arrival), and write, but American tourists are everywhere. My quiet café bloated with English language, enough to kill the writing mood in anyone.

A baguette for lunch of “fromage et jambon” may seem quite banal for a chef to enjoy but consider the fact that “jambon” is not readily available in the Middle East makes this is a treat “par excellence”.

I do intend this trip to enjoy numerous restaurants and bistro. It’s my job anyway, to eat the world dry!!!

(I knew I should have bought the bigger box of macaron- six little delicacies left-which one is it going to be…)

Anyway, I learnt today (well not really learnt today per sae!! ) but it all came together today. That for many years (remember 42 single, never married, no kids) I have sought the beauty of women in the incorrect manner.

I may be overweight, but failing that little 30kg hiccup, I’m a pretty good catch . Stable, reliable, sweet as sugar and with emotions in tact. The problem is that I have sought youth and beauty when I have dated. And walking the streets of Paris I have realised that ,"One can not live with youth and beauty alone."

Eventually one seeks “relations” of a different nature- of the mind!!!

Stimulation of the brain. Someone to make you feel alive, someone who can make you feel worthy of their love, worthy of being in a relationship, someone who’s face literally lights up when you walk into the room because they have something mentally stimulating to share with you - along with a kiss. I’m tired of forced half conversations with people barely able to remember the English language and who have no idea that there was ever a world war? 

Give me a scholared brain that has a depth to their character through experience. These are all qualities I have failed to seek or even consider…..until now.

But believe I have met ….THE ONE!!

Life throws us curve balls not straight hitters. 

Alone with the ‘Package” comes pain, comes reality and baggage!!

For 28 years, (don’t do the math-it was a different world back then) I can safely say I would have run from pain, reality and baggage. In fact I’ve run several times around the planet away from partners. But this time I stand true. I claim the ground under which my love stands this time.

I have met “The One”, (LFAO) and if we can transport the relationship through the chasms of anguish we are sure to face together, then life will be everything that the movies portray of romance in its enth degree.

Some say that love is blind. 

In this, it is not blind but a choice not to look too hard into it, that may keep the relationship living.

I accept imperfection, I accept that a persons past is their own.

Why shouldn’t I, she will have to do the same. I am far from perfect and come with baggage too. A relationship must accept the past and move forward bringing a better result for the future for both parties. Why dwell on things you can never change nor had any hand in, in the beginning.

I have waited long. The road is narrowing up ahead though and soon my stop at the station of “perfect relationship” will arrive.

The only question remaining is who will be the first to press the buzzer for the next stop?

Who will it be that gets off first? Or do we both actually have the nerve to take the trip to the end of the line together, nerves in check, to travel the road of obstacles that we know are out there.

Arriving together, at the end, happiness intact.

One hopes we do. Stay tuned.