Letters to my Sister in Japan — Day 97
Paris is ridiculous. Just walking around a city block makes me wish I took French in high school. This place is almost like a culmination of everything I’ve come to learn and appreciate about old world culture and I don’t want to be a stranger in a strange land; I want to immerse.
Early on, my girlfriend made the race decision to rent bicycles and ride around the city instead of relying on public transportation. It was an unexpected decision because it seems so dangerous with knowing so little about the rules of the road out here, yet we did it. We rode to the Eiffel Tower, to Notre Dame, and then dinner, deep in the city center.
The Eiffel Tower is a masterpiece. I was floored when I first saw it. I thought it would be smaller. It completely dominates the skyline in and its presence demands your attention.
I was also impressed by the people relaxing in the neighboring park. For many of them, the Tower was simply another landmark and they were laying about drinking wine and eating picnic baskets full of snacks as if nothing. I was incredibly jealous of the their laissez-faire attitudes, and I can see myself submitting my weekends to being the stereotypical bohemian, conjuring disposable art before the feet of the Tower.
I want to go back and explore it some more. Oh well.
I do have more thoughts but I’m gonna sleep early. Tomorrow is a big day.