In the tumult of my life in recent months, I forgot to rejoice, to prepare, I postponed thinking about the reunion that was to take place. Maybe, in a way, I avoided making scenarios, imagining what it would be like, having expectations. Or maybe I was afraid of being disappointed, of not encountering a totally different reality and of being sad. I have practiced at least one thing in my whole life; not to have too many expectations. Sure, somewhere, I hope, but it’s like that hidden hope I had when I was little, I didn’t dare to say it out loud for fear that the spell would break.
The day before, I realized that I had very nervous, i felt butterflies in my stomach, like I hadn’t felt in a while.
So I left in a shy, timid state on that Friday morning.
I had no disappointments that weekend. Paris amazed me every time, enchanted me, seduced me, fascinated me, (this happened a long time ago, in fact, and the spell remained untouched). I got tears in my eyes when I went out on the street, just like before.
There is something in this place, maybe the beauty of the city, maybe the elegance of the women, maybe the state of relaxation of those who sit on the terraces (people who seem to know how to enjoy every day), maybe the sensuality of the French language, maybe the feeling of multitude of possibilities that it gives it to the inhabitants, maybe its history and the name of the city of the Lights, or maybe all this together and many others, which make it the city of my soul, the place where I would live not just a weekend, a vacation, a year but an eternity.
Paris, mon amour – is the name of the campaign that takes place in the city during this period. Sounds cheesy, some will say, but it’s in tune with my filters for this city.
Mon amour showed me, this time, La Samaritaine, the boulevard Saint Germain des Pres, the Cafe de Flore, the Opera, the department stores, the Madelaine, Rivoli, the Jardin des Tuileries, Place Vendome, the Musee des Beaux Arts , rue Saint Honore, the Champs Elysees and Le Pont Neuf. Not much, but enough for a weekend, enough to give me energy for a while.
What gives you energy?