The City of Love

Being on the metro all the time without listening to my music (Jim says we must "listen to the sounds of the city") has given me a lot of time to reflect and to think about everything. Paris in general has made me think a lot. And due to all this thinking, I have come to a conclusion about myself: I long for a world that no longer exists.

Paris, in my opinion, is the most romantic place in the world. Everything about this city screams love. From the two gazing longingly at each other on the metro to all the stories of people who fell in love in this incredible city. I miss the days when people worked to show how much they loved someone. Flowers could be given to say "I was thinking of you" rather than just as "I'm sorry." Long phone calls have been replaced by texts with winky faces. Random hook ups weren't just a sign of indecision. 

I miss a time when music meant Edith Piaf and Frank Sinatra, not Ke$ha and Miley Cyrus. Movie stars were famous for their class rather than infamous for whatever scandal they were causing. Bad publicity was being seen twice in the same dress, not having naked pictures you took on your phone being released to the public. I feel like the class of the past has disappeared almost completely from today. 

And what happened to letters? I remember as a kid I mailed myself a letter to see if I would get it (nobody ever said I was a smart child). I am back to that mindset where I almost want to send myself a letter just to remember what it feels like to receive one. I have been writing postcards and letters to friends because it just seems more fitting in Paris than to send someone an email.

I feel like a lot of the class missing from the world has been absorbed my some of the old parts of Paris. Montmartre, St. Germain and parts of Latin Quarter help bring me back to this time that seems to have disappeared from life in America. Maybe someday it will come back. But until then, you can be expecting anything I have to say to you to end up in your mailbox :)