I’m missing Paris today something awful.
Periodically I get that wave of nostalgia that can only be fixed by booking a one way ticket to France. This morning I was minding my own business, procrastinating on my work --by clicking away on Pinterest with the fervor of a lab rat looking for the button that will release that cube of cheese. you know the feeling --when I realized that one of the pictures I had posted was NOT A PHOTOGRAPH, but a masterful watercolors by the artist Thierry Duval. I looked for his website, and pang! I was back in Paris. He truly captured something for me that all the pictures I collect gloutonnement on my Paris pinterest page fail to express.
As I admired the watercolors I was back in Paris in my mind and heart. It was July I think, on a hot summer evening and I was with my family, my husband and two boys. We had just picked up some crêpes au sarrasin from a street vendor and eaten them as we sat on a public bench. Then we went on a stroll along the quays and every building along the Seine was lit up. The water shimmered. Lovers walked hand in hand. It was magical. My kids were as happy as if they had been at an amusement park. The excitement was palpable for them too. That night, they 'got it'. They were hooked on Paris too. Permanently.
Hot summer evenings in Paris are rare, but when they come the entire city is overtaken, drunk with the pleasure of simply being there. The warmth of the night on bare skin, the feeling that you are part of something so old and yet so modern, the idea that you can walk for hours across Paris and everywhere it will be alive and vibrant is something unique to Paris, I think. Only in Paris do I feel so thoroughly alive.
In Paris more than anywhere I have been there is the promise as you walk that a discovery is just ahead and it pushes you forward. So you walk some more, and there it is, the next sight, the next marvel. But you have to be there. No picture can do it justice. You have to experience it with all your senses.
Paris, I'll be back I promise. I bet you missed me too. Right?
Here is Thierry Duval's website. There are many more paintings there, one more amazing than the next.
P.S. Oh great this is an hour later. I guess there will be no productivity today. Paris ate my homework