Singin in the rain...
Just returned from weekend decadent hols in Paris.
It was great fun, just walking around and soaking around the atmoshpere whilst it soaked up my credit card limits.
The architecture and the city itself seems emminently feminine. Even the men there seem to have embraced their feminine side without losing sight of masculinity. Cultures steeped in protestantism seem to ignore or rebuff The Feminine as I have observed it. England, the US, Amsterdam....I don't feel it there.
I had a spectacular compliment paid to me while there. And it was, like 1950s french surreal movei, completely a non verbal compliment. At dinner on saturday night this intensely attractive French man stared at me. that is it. he gave me some smouldering looks at dinner, he being wrapped up mostly in familial conversation with his i assume parents, and then on exiting the restaurant; the look said, i wish you were next to me right now. sigh. smile. Not many other cultures can make the move so charmingly without perverseness.
Synchronicity continues to dust me. On the Rue d' St. Honore, spending merrily along and getting some wet hair and scarves for our efforts, we were walked by the Hotel Costes. As I strolled past, the thought kept at me: wouldn't it be fun to go in there for a relax with a drink? and then i gave into the urge and suggested such to my companion. She concurred, and we walked into the area, was seated in the plush, overdone room but passed one of Adrian's friends, who I had met once. Sigh, ah coincedence. Life is so small when you set out to expand your world.
It was great fun, just walking around and soaking around the atmoshpere whilst it soaked up my credit card limits.
The architecture and the city itself seems emminently feminine. Even the men there seem to have embraced their feminine side without losing sight of masculinity. Cultures steeped in protestantism seem to ignore or rebuff The Feminine as I have observed it. England, the US, Amsterdam....I don't feel it there.
I had a spectacular compliment paid to me while there. And it was, like 1950s french surreal movei, completely a non verbal compliment. At dinner on saturday night this intensely attractive French man stared at me. that is it. he gave me some smouldering looks at dinner, he being wrapped up mostly in familial conversation with his i assume parents, and then on exiting the restaurant; the look said, i wish you were next to me right now. sigh. smile. Not many other cultures can make the move so charmingly without perverseness.
Synchronicity continues to dust me. On the Rue d' St. Honore, spending merrily along and getting some wet hair and scarves for our efforts, we were walked by the Hotel Costes. As I strolled past, the thought kept at me: wouldn't it be fun to go in there for a relax with a drink? and then i gave into the urge and suggested such to my companion. She concurred, and we walked into the area, was seated in the plush, overdone room but passed one of Adrian's friends, who I had met once. Sigh, ah coincedence. Life is so small when you set out to expand your world.
posted by miss goLondon at 9:16 AM
3 Comments:
I love Paris this time of year, it's so beautiful.
And I know what you mean about Parisian men, my sister and I took an impromptu trip in the spring and whilst sat at a cafe in Montmartre drinking wine and catching up, this lovely dishy man walked past, we exchanged looks and he came back to say "Vous etes tres belle..."
We all then spent the rest of the evening drinking wine on the steps of Sacre Coeur and watched the sun come up. So amazing.
Sigh...
I absolutely love Paris. I'm going to go again in the Spring, before it gets too warm over there, but I must admit I'd like to go as part of a couple. It's such a beautiful city to be in with somebody.
um, yeah i guess, but, whats a couple again : ).... but, sigh, you are right, it would be a great place for some passionate memories to be made. until then, lady m and i will go go for the flirt potential. Have a fab time on your Emma-date!
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