My Paris Dream is to visit the French city— the most beautiful, romantic place on earth __ like I have all the time in the world.
I wander late into the night through the streets where there are lights but no people.
I wake up whenever. And take breakfast in bed.
In my Paris Dream, I venture out only when the day’s inviting.
My Paris Dream
The afternoon is going quickly. I’m off to walk the neighborhood. St. Germaine, 6th district. It’s filled with restaurants, cafes, high-end decorators and antique stores, and art galleries.
Around the corner from my hotel is Quay Voltaire. And then, the Seine. The Louvre. The three bridges — Pont Neuf, the oldest bridge in Paris, links St Germain to the Tuileries; Pont des Arts, a pedestrian bridge that takes you to the Louvre; and Pont St Michel, which leads from St Germain to the central city.
The walkabout reminds me I’ve missed lunch, so back to Rue Jacob and my hotel. Just a few steps away, a cafe where I sit to warm myself and to be graciously served. Something about waiters outfitted in white shirts, black slacks, and a server apron that says “Paris” to me.
Perhaps I should have skipped the second glass of pinot noir because my eyes are drooping.
A short nap and a quick dinner later, my Paris dream, day one, is done.
My Paris Dream – The Reality
The past three months visiting the US has been busy… and a bit stressful. Traveling to be with family and friends you haven’t seen in a while can be exhilarating. And tiring.
One thing that kept me going was to dream up a new adventure. Something I could do on the way back to France.
Here I am. You guessed it. Paris!
Fannie is taking to Paris. They love dogs!
My hotel in Paris; Hotel du Danube
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