While I claim to be a writer and therefore am well aware of the value and power of words, I’m going to make words sit this one out. I think the best way to share my Parisian experience in all its splendor is to allow you to see it the way I saw it: in full color, alive. So, for my fifth installment of La Parisienne, here are thirty of my best photos from my four months living in Paris.
votre (américaine) parisienne
Well, folks, the adventure has come to a close. I’ve been back home in California for one month. What an adventure it was.
There is so much to say that I almost don’t know what to say.
I guess I’ll begin by talking about some of my favorite things about Paris:
35 miles southwest of Paris lies the town of Fountainbleau, home to the Palace of Fountainbleau, an enormous 13th Century château which was once the home of the French monarchs.
Not only are the château and its gardens breathtaking, the town of Fountainbleau itself is amazing! It really embodies that famous “old France” feeling. I felt like I was in Beauty & the Beast!
I did it. I made it to Paris.
Which, given the last 24 hours of my life, is quite a feat.
Here’s the rundown:
After a LOT of waiting in the San Francisco airport, I finally got on my flight. Frazzled and overwhelmed by the fact that in an American airport all the announcements are still in French, I forgot that there are three rows of seats on such big international planes, and I began walking down the wrong side of the plane with no way to cross over to the other side where I was sitting. So I had to inchworm my way through an empty middle row and ask nicely to cut in front of somebody in the other line.
Wow. I literally could not even get myself on the correct side of the plane. Can you say “tourist?” I could practically feel the other passengers’ eyes rolling at me.