Day 15: Could I Live in Paris?
06.01.2015 - 05.02.2015
I got an email from a friend in the USA asking me if I would consider living in Paris. In a heartbeat, I emailed her back. My response? "Oui." I didn't stop to ponder, waffle, consider pros and cons, or think. Wow. That's not characteristic of me at all. I tend to be a ponderer. Sometimes, even a waffler. Why the quick response? I had to consider why I was so sure I would think about moving here.
I've always had a visceral response to France. Some of that is inexplicable. Some, I can explain. In France, people like food and meals. They appreciate sitting at a table for hours with good, simple food made with good, simple ingredients. The food is complemented by the people and the conversation. I have found this in other places in Europe, as well. Italy loves a good meal, good wine, good company, and good conversation. But, as much as I find Italy to be a phenomenally beautiful country, I don't think I want to live there. It's a masculine country.
In France, I feel like women are more respected and appreciated for all of their qualities. France is a more feminine country. Even the architecture is feminine. It is curvaceous, sensual, appealing.
I like that people appreciate art and architecture in France, as well as a good meal. My good meal tonight came from Le Jardin d'en Face on the Rue Trois Freres in Montmartre. It's a tiny place with about twelve tables and a chalkboard menu. I had an insanely good fois gras tarte cooked with an egg on top that was light and impossibly delicious. I followed that with a fresh sea bass, salad, and rice. Simple. Perfect.
But I digress. What I love about France, and about Paris is there are still bookstores. With real books. A lot of them. And on the Metro, people read those books. Sometimes, they are so engrossed I've seen them miss their stops. I love that.
I love that children eat out with their parents and talk and eat. They don't have tablets with games to entertain them so their parents can eat and not be interrupted.
I love that dogs hang out with their owners and wait for them outside restaurants and sit next to their owners outside at cafes.
I love that history is respected and still discussed. I love that "fast food" is a fresh baguette and real cheese or chicken, not processed cold cuts.
I love that people buy bread daily. And croissants. And pretty much everything else to eat.
I guess the most important point is : what would I miss if I left the US? My family, my friends, some TV shows (don't judge), and...I think that's it.
I have a lot to consider. Stay tuned.