Written a couple of years ago, this text was dedicated and given to Irina the day of her departure after a visit to Paris. Not knowing if and when we would meet again, these words have managed to illustrate a moment that each of us has known in his life. A mixture of joy, gratitude and sadness.

Rien que pour toi...

 Paris, the city of Light. There is no doubt that Paris is one of the most beautiful and most visited city in the world. Of course, it is not immune to certain dysphoric factors that characterize all major cities: homeless, pollution, stress... In short, it would be absurd to sum up this city with typical urban cliches. While the streets are congested, people noisy and agitated. But remember that Paris is beginning to have a green thumb. Bike paths fully furnished (Velib), the Seine's banks increasingly closed roads, fully pedestrian areas every Sunday (the Marais, Latin Quarter, the Bois de Boulogne...). As for dirty sidewalks, Paris is becoming cleaner. These are the people who have to be educated!

 

Then, let's open our eyes. Paris is a city that almost never sleeps. The animation is extraordinary. The architectural beauty is breathtaking. The reputation of shops, restaurants is up to its international prestige. What can be said of museums, exhibitions of all kinds and for all age groups that are equivalent maybe in New York. So, if you hate Paris, it's probably because you have a fondness for nature, even to the hermitage. If you hate Parisians, it's probably because you are impatient (though some Parisians deserve to be slapped or put in their place because of their shameful attitude). Yes, there is a parisianism, an arrogance, a claim or cultural clothing style or taste. But, go hang out in nice small bars, museums, try to impose yourself or make friends. Me, when a tourist asks me questions, I always answer with pleasure. And many other Parisians are just as caring. The simple act of trying to speak French will help you to expand your contacts and knowledge and enhance your experience of life in the capital without common measure.

A little common sense, a refusal of idealization, a desire for openness to the beauty of Paris will help you adjust with more finesse your look. Idealize a city before you even know it is necessarily subject to disappointment. The Parisians do not wear berets with baguettes under their arms as all the Scots don't all go around with a kilt: ha this damn desire of folklore and the exoticism that quickly lead to disappointment and wrong value judgments.

So, what is better than Paris to dare succomb and enjoy ones pleasures. At the end of this season, discover, on the map below, some winter pleasures to warm you up: a sauna, a cozy tea coffee shop, a grandmother pot au feu, mulled wine to share with friends...Enjoy!

Enjoy the full flavors and moods of each area of the city. By getting away from the main streets, you'll learn to be surprised and to notice all the little aspects of this city. Indeed, chance can offer many surprises.

 

They often say that nothing in life comes cheap. "Paris, c'est cher!" You'll often hear this reflection. It is always difficult to get used to the idea of paying an exorbitant price for something that shouldn't be such a sandwich or a coffee. Then, there is is the slowness of public administration and repeated strikes which are forgetting why and how.

It is well known that Parisians can not drive. If you live in Paris, the car will be useless. Especially since it is the cause of arguments, stress, visual, auditory, olfactory and chemical pollution, accidents or fines... This is the case in all big cities, you might say. But in Paris, some say it is beyond comprehension! The worst case is when a nice and rare driver stops to let you cross the street; you cross then, and you're in the middle of the crosswalk, when a ?!!#°) another driver, not understanding why the car in front of him stops for no reason, decides not to lose four seconds on his schedule and with rage, decides to double the car stopped in front of him with a big boost.

When people ask about Paris...well they usually don't actually ask anything. They rather frame statements like "You must be having a great time!" or "Tell me about your French girlfriend" as questions, or pose their questions with the answer already in mind, as in "How amazing is it there?" Unhappy with their own regular lives, they may expect to be living their dream by proxy. The problem is that, like most comparisons between idealised fantasy and reality, the Paris of imagination really doesn't stack up to the Paris of the real world.

The tour books, travel guides that create Paris usually don't mention the city's noticeably enormous homeless population, the shit walkways and traffic-jammed streets, or the bleak and sunless or snowless monotony that is from December to March. 

 

And once here, the tourists themselves don't notice these things either - because they don't want to spoil their own fun. For the brief time that they are in Paris, they get caught up in their partially self-constructed, partially super-imposed mythological dream-world because it is sadly reaffirmed by their revelries. It's a vicious cycle: they see what they want to see because they want to see it. They ignore the blank stares on the metro and they put up with outrageous prices they pay for the wrong orders in restaurants, which are usually served with a side of disdain.

But not everybody can be oblivious, and I now know why Parisians are so cold. They do see the homeless at every street corner. Every day. They do smell the piss in the Metro. Almost every day. They are overpowered by the daily grind of a city designed for temporary vacationing, and their recourse is to simply block it all out. Of course, that only makes life more miserable. In addition, Paris is probably the city where you feel most easily and quickly isolated and alone. Real encounters are rare. These are more clans, networks of friends already made and unlikely to meet other  truly.

The trick, then, is to find within the overbearing, inhuman and just plain-annoying reality of Parisian everyday life the elements that allow it to be romanticised. And I am not talking about taking time off from school or work to go see Notre Dame or the Arc de Triomphe, though that may be part of it. I am talking about taking from the city wahtever it is that you want it to provide. Living in Paris should not stifle your aura, but should strengthen it. To quote Antoine de St-Exupéry's Le petit Prince: "Droit devant soi on ne peut pas aller bien loin". In other words, we could say that "life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it".

We must therefore make a concerted effort to appreciate all that Paris has to offer; to rectify reality with expectations. Otherwise, sedated by regular responsibilities and frustrated by the gulf between real life and outside expectations, we find in Paris but a miserable place to live. It may seem like a heavy price to pay for complacency, but with the possibilities that provides those of the alternative mind set, it all becomes worth it in the end.

Indeed, as they say, nothing in life comes cheap. 

If you could go back in time, would you? And to where would you go? Some would say quite commonly they would try to correct their mistakes, but sometimes you can also repair your mistakes without necessarily going back. Others would say instead that each of their errors made them advance in life to be what they are today.

On this question we have often asked ourselves, and which has often been treated in literature or movies, Marina found a text (see below) containing some pretty interesting and fun ideas. And, she's happy to share it with us. Indeed, this could help to feed our thoughts on life that one leads more generally. Do we really enjoy the moments we live, even taking a second in our hectic life to take a step back and appreciate all this? She would say this article could help each of us to find an answer to this question.

Going back to the past, it's not possible. That's why it is necessary to move forward without regrets, without nostalgia, with a lucid glance on crossed things on which we have no more grip. Only the memories remain and fleeting sensations invade us at their simple evocations! Then, belligerent, we have to be in spite of the likely falls, in spite of moments of bitterness... And more than ever, to remember moments of enjoyment in life with the music that accompanies it, making us happy and smiling.

Each has to find his own answer to this question and so define his way of living. "Hier fait déjà partie du passé et je ne vivrai pas dans le passé!" To say to oneself, in the end, that we had fun and spent a full and beautiful life might be the answer that every one aspire.