I didn’t learn how to ride the train in New York. I learned it in Paris.
I lived in Paris when I was twenty years old. I thought it would be cool to live there for a summer, so I went to my local credit union and applied for a $1,000 loan. I figured it would be worth it. It was.
I signed up for an architecture course at the American University of Paris & off I went. I lived in the 16th Arrondissement in a tiny maid’s quarter at the top of a gorgeous residential building. I had a round window in my room where I could see the Eiffel Tower. It was as charming as could be.
I went to my first Opera. I adored the flower shops where they tied flowers in nosegays. I listened to Vivaldi in the Sainte-Chapelle. I practiced my French with my neighbor’s cat, Poupee.
I remember being so strongly impressed by the fact that Paris really is romantic. It seems everyone is in love! You see affection everywhere you go. I remember thinking it would be wonderful to return someday with a loved one….I’m so glad that I got to return to Paris with Danny a few weeks after our wedding…
Lately, I have actually been wanting to rent out our condo in New York and live abroad. Perhaps Bali, India or Africa (what do you think….any recommendations?) Danny just smiles. Of course I’d think of something like that.
Where would you live if you could just up & move someplace?