From Paris With Love
One week has now officially passed since I arrived in India, and although I felt I had enough to blog about after roughly 24 hours into my trip, I felt I should probably limit myself!
My journey began, however, in the famed city of love: Paris, France! I could not have asked for a more magical start to my summer adventures, either. To me, Paris was every bit the fairytale that authors, filmmakers, and locals make it out to be! I spent my day strolling down the Avenue des Champs Elysees, one of the most famous Parisian streets, and then headed over to the river where I spent the rest of the day touring the city by boat, with the freedom to get off at each stop and explore the neighborhood and the monuments. Next to a Vespa, this seemed like the most ideal way to see Paris!
The elegance and grace of the city could not be denied. Sophistication seemed to be etched into the very cobblestones I walked on. Perhaps it was due to being surrounded by tourists, but everyone seemed far more concerned with the “getting there” rather than where it was they were going. Time was taken to converse with old friends in the street, to wander into shops, to lounge in the grass and read a book—it was so refreshing to see!
Though Paris held itself with the confidence and poise of a city who has lived long and seen much, it really seemed to be driven by the soul of youth. Everywhere I went, and most notably in my neighborhood strolls, I noticed young people—shopping, dining, arranging meetings, carrying out those meetings, leaving the office, going to the office…Paris seemed to be propelled by young people! It was inspiring, and as I counted myself among this number spending their day roaming the streets of Paris in whatever capacity it may be, I realized that Paris truly did belong to these young people. I guess we aren’t so young anymore, really. One day it will be on us to preserve these histories of and monuments to the youth that came before us, that built for us homes to believe in.
I must confess. I had originally thought that I wouldn’t care much for the Eiffel Tower; I thought it would be an annoying and decidedly underwhelming tourist trap, and figured the locals likely held a similar disdain for it. But the moment it came into view, I was in awe. It was all there—majesty, romance, history, Paris! And looking around at all of the people taking it in, I realized that none of these testaments to history are worth ignoring. They make us who we are. From the Eiffel Tower right down to our own Prince Albert Main Street, history is history, and home is home. Even if you’ve seen it a million times, there is always going to be someone that comes along and is inspired by what they see and keen to learn the history behind it. It is our job as young people to keep those histories alive. Paris is beautiful because it has endured and done so on its own terms. Reminds me of another place I know and love and am also proud to call home!