Last year I got to visit Paris for the fourth time in my life. Paris in the fall is brisk, bright and beautiful. It’s beautiful any time of the year but really, autumn holds its own special kind of magic. I fell in love with it so much that I took a job interview and nearly moved there. Of course every city has its cons but the slow service in cafe’s doesn’t bother me. It’s crazy expensive to live there but so is the city I live in now. I hear many of the buildings are walk ups – perhaps that’s what helps the Parisians stay in shape!
I can understand why so many artists made Paris home in the past. There is just something about the light and the architecture that inspire creativity. I decided to walk as much as possible during this visit. If I could avoid it, I skipped the metro and taking taxis. I walked from Le Jardin du Luxembourg to Île Saint-Louis, perusing through Saint Germaine and then all the way down Rue de Vaugirard to my temporary home in the 15th arrondissement.
It’s funny: I definitely planned to stop at a café but each time I saw one, I got intimidated. Suddenly, I couldn’t remember what to say or do! Does one just sit and wait or do you have to go in and order?! And my French is so rusty. I would get nervous and forget all the times I had visited a café before, completely overthinking in the moment! Ridiculous I know, but in spite of my moments of memory loss, I was still ridiculously happy to be strolling through Paris in the fall.
Of course I wasn’t this silly all throughout my stay there. There were times I sat for hours in a café with a coffee or a glass of wine and my sketchbook. In spite of everything that was going on in my life at the time, I was truly myself in those quiet moments. It was wonderful! Everyone should take a solo trip at least once in their lives I think.
It felt bittersweet to leave. I found myself in Paris, as cliche as it sounds. I couldn’t resist grabbing my paints to commemorate this trip. I also decided that this year, I would dedicate time to really brushing up on my French. For now, enjoy this mini vlog and time lapse painting of ever charming La Maison Rose in Montmartre…