“Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right.”
~George Harrison, Here Comes the Sun
I left Paris wanting to write a thank-you note.
A curious idea, perhaps. But after being cooped-up in a non-traveling world for a year-and-a-half – wondering if we’d ever venture out beyond our borders again – I carried home with me a deep and profound gratitude to this city. Everything here looked better, tasted sweeter and felt more alive than I could have imagined. Even behind the constraints of a face mask, it was a sensational feeling to be here, to be traveling again.
Thank you for being the first place to welcome us after travel restraints were lifted. I will always remember you for that.
Thank you for your flaky croissants and crusty baguettes and marvelous macarons that never taste as delicious anywhere else in the world.
Thank you for La Seine, your most soulful river.
Thank you for the way people greet each other when entering and leaving just about everywhere…bonjour, merci, au revoir. Non-acknowledgement is not an option with this lovely custom.
Thank you for your Tuileries Garden, with the pretty metal chairs painted in a luscious shade of mint and the pond and merry-go-round and benches so perfect for dreaming and watching the world go by.
Thank you for your Luxembourg Gardens, more mint green chairs and endless spots for enjoying an autumn day.
Thank you for your cafés, where the word charming must certainly have been invented.
Thank you for Mariage Frères tea.
Thank you for your impossibly perfect views.
Thank you for helping me to remember how much I love wandering your streets and walking through your arrondissements. I hadn’t been here in a very long time, and sometimes it’s easy to forget.
And most of all, thank you for the generous helping of inspiration that you so effortlessly offer to anyone passing through.
Merci beaucoup et je t’aime,
A most grateful traveler