When you first visit Paris, you know, you feel, you inhale something inside yourself that's different. This feeling of difference, may not be a feature of everybody, but it may well be a feature of the uninitiated, you know the ones that visit Paris for the first time, or even if you have visited before, like I did, like I have, you would still feel that, you know the feature!
The rush of the car drivers, the temperaments of the taxi riders, the complimenting eye of a young parisian, the trolls of tourists and the architecture that keeps your spirits up, the river snaking through your heart into your soul because you will live life once, only once and then you will be drawing from the air the dismantled pieces of Paris. The misty dispositions of the uninitiated in a city that draws you in, can be a solution maker for most of the normal people, because they will feel relieved that somebody of a more rash and angry disposition is there first and setting the whole scene up for them.
As for the first visit to the city, my missus and I managed to get some grub, somewhere near the Arch de Triumph, only a sandwich with a cold drink on a side, and a salad with a lot of tomatoes which made it extremely difficult to distinguish between the other green vegetables that have been thrown in not very much tactically on top of the sauce. I couldn't work out whether this is some kind of a wind-up. I wasn't sure whether this is just another French set-up where an anglo-saxon subject becomes a subjective cause celebre for a bad food reviews or whether this is just some substitute for a culinary laziness mixed with a personal apathy! Anyhow, we ate and we left the eating place and decided to move along, walking toward the embankmkent side of the city. Not long after we merged from the Rue de la Legion d'Honneur, we encountered the Muse D'Orsey. A beautiful place with a lot of buzz about it. After a few logistical considerations, we decided to embark on the challenge of entering the museum without any form pf pre-preparedness and we haven't booked for tickets. The guards at the door of the museum stopped us and asked us if we were interested to view the latest water-colour Monet paintaings. I wasn't prepared for this. My missus in the other hand was. She knew what she was talking about.
With an immediate almost too rushed of a YES - she nailed the moment and the decision was the right one. We entered the muesum feeling opaque but very much forward-looking. We couldn't wait to withstand the aura of MoD, we were enthralled by the water-lillies and the impressionist-era paintings. We did spend a good few hours wranglinig our thoughts and our attentionwith as much detail and devour as was possible. We both got so sweaty that by the time we got out of the museum, we looked like two gym enthusiasts sweating our heads and skin off for the sake of fitness and good body maintainance.
The water-lillies, the Japanese Bridge in particular is a peculiar but impressive cloud of creative works. It isn't a detouched from reality painting, it tells you more than you want to know. That encapsulated moment stuck in my mind. I deplored the wastiness of time gone past for which I never had the opportunity to see the masterpiece. Nevertheless, I think it was much more telling that. I think that Paris drags you in and drags you down on its level. Paris is waterly, Paris is like the mother nature that sustains our living but with an ocassional head bang and a consistent fleur of love, compassion and freedom.
5/06/2023
Paris
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