PARIS
- MAY OF '06!
It's spring in Paris. Nice season. The mild weather climbs effortlessly and softly down your veins together with the blood and reaches your heart. The sun humours you and the walks get longer without you realising it. You walk and you go by people with style - it may seem exaggerated to you but most of these people hold a leash that always ends in a little dog, (you have never seen so many small dogs in such a big city). You walk and policemen go past you who go on patrol on roller skates - here the law has wheels, and hasty people on bicycles (you can rent one yourself. You can do it, provided you are careful)! In Paris you think that it will never get dark (and the truth is that compared to Athens, after May, the days are longer). The light is very strong and when it falls on the art nouveau walls of the houses/buildings you wonder how they managed to create and preserve an architecturally metropolitan mast. The beauty of the city is always there, one step ahead of what you are about to do. Every time you go out of a metro station you find yourself at a square you think you have been before. You check signposts and maps only to discover that this is another square, probably better than the last one. In Paris in Spring the chestnut trees blossom and the ivy twins itself around the balconies of Monmarte. The grass in the parks, bright green and tender like flesh, becomes a layer for you to lie on and watch the sun. In Paris in Spring the underground drains in some metro stations may strongly remind you of the gloomy shelters of 'Les Miserables' but, once you come to the surface, you know that everything is going to be fine. The fact that always somewhere there is a croissant baking to make you faint is not accidental! |
