People say there is only one place in the world to fix a broken heart. So for some reason I woke up in Paris today. I’m kinda hiding at my friends place right now. And guess what! We live right next to Carla Bruni!! How cool is that! Apparently when monsieur president comes by to visit his errm… wife, the whole street is blocked with police cars. Pffft! How obvious for everyone that they are doing it right now! But not so shocking, considering the French are doing it all over the place anyways and noone really cares. Like everything I remember from last night is lots of champagne cocktails, a bunch of French people making out on the dancefloor of this tres fancy club, and to top it off a naked guy running down the street holding a welcome-carpet to cover his little French croissant. I must say it helped me quite well to forget about the fact that I was supposed to be in the arms of the love of my life right now. This morning I remembered. Waking up with a real bad champagne hangover when the rain was pouring against the big windows. I totally had a Marie Antoinette moment.
However as soon as I stepped out the lovely appartment, this whole French stuff cheered me up already. Like the little bakeries with all the baguettes and pastries. Or the fruit & cheese stores! Or just the French people talking French and such! It’s all just too adorable to feel sad. Like seeing these amazing monuments and buildings all over Paris! Standing at the Arc De Triomphe makes you feel like the king of the world! No wonder all these little French kings went a bit out of their heads… I mean, this is all so awesome here! It just makes you flip!
So this morning after I took the longest shower and yet decided to French it up and not shave my legs, I went on a four hours walk through the city. Being all touristy with taking pictures on bridges and such. Ate a crepes. Touched the Eiffel Tower. Done and done.
Tonight my lovely friend is taking me out on the next champagne debauchery. Which – i’m not gonna lie – is pretty much the best medicine for broken hearts. Paris so rocks and I think it could totally work. If only there wasn’t a very cute ex in town too.
xoE
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I just left Paris yesterday after two glorious weeks of soaking up that city. I miss it already!
And I'm trying to make up my mind if I want to make the trip there this September…or maybe…go somewhere else instead. Although I still haven't decided, I find myself coming across too many pieces of writing proclaiming the brilliance of the city for it to just be a coincidence. Even yesterday while driving through a dreary neighborhood in downtown San Francisco, what word did I see screaming at me from off a store front sign but VERSAILLES – the place I'm supposed to be in Sept. Part of me wonders…how much more of a hint do I need?!