Monday, May 16, 2011
Je Suis Au Femme Francaise Au Coeur...
I swear...Paris is calling me. And it is not being subtle in any way, shape or form.
Regardless of my DNA, I am a French girl at heart. I love everything about France and I can't wait to get there. I devour every book on France, everything written by French women, everything written about French women, watch the movies, listen to the music...I love it all.
I finally got my copy of Ines de la Fressange's Parisian Chic. I made myself wait to open it until I got home rather than steal glances at every red light I encountered on the way. Then I made myself wait until after I spent my down-time in the kitchen preparing dinner. Conversely, my son reminds me every evening how I am not French, I do not live in France, and he would much rather eat dinner before 8PM like other normal Americans. C'est la vie, I tell him. When he begins preparing dinner after a long day at work, we'll eat when he is done cooking. This pretty much shuts down this daily conversation.
How can one not fall in love with the beauty of Paris? Hemmingway lived there, penning the famous phrase, "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." It stays with you...it lingers...it becomes part of you.
I haven't even been there yet but it is a part of me. I want to drink in everything it has to offer...linger in the museums, wander the streets, daydream at the cafes, shop the markets. And my soul will be restless until it
returns to this place it calls home.
Je suis au femme Francaise au coeur.