We sat for hours at sidewalk cafés, sipping a coffee (too tiny) or, better, a vin blanc or pression
(draft beer), watching the hustle and bustle go past. I can’t help but mention,
strictly as a scientific observation, that Parisian women are elegant, even
striking. I loved the tight-fitting jeans, the colour–coordinated scarves, and
their confident, haughty, poise. And don’t get me started on the sexy French
accent!
Our favourite place was the immense, rambling Luxembourg Gardens
and Palace, a short stroll from where we stayed. Like everything in Paris, it is
elegant and historic, yet comfortable and liveable. Parisians flock there on
sunny days, enjoying the lawns and statues, playing pétanque, sailing boats on the pond, reading newspapers and smoking, all
in view of the grandiose palace where the French Senate meets. Every once in a
while, a soldier wearing a beret and carrying a lethal-looking automatic rifle,
was a reminder that Paris has recently suffered terrorist atrocities.
Ah, Paree, Paree. Indeed, one of the great cities of the
world. Probably the best.
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