I left my heart in Paris, that and a tiny purple padlock locked to a bridge, the key tossed into the Seine as a symbol of everlasting love. This was followed by an evening stroll and a late dinner at a pretty Parisian restaurant on the edge of the Latin Quarter.
I have visited other European cities: Venice, Geneva, Barcelona, Amsterdam, Copenhagen but to name a few but none come close to Paris. I have it on such a high pedestal I doubt anything will ever match it. It’s magical and modest yet grand and flamboyant, friendly and warm yet private and imposing. With avenue upon avenue of regimented windows, decorative railings and white shutters. It is the place I most like to get lost in yet stride around like I have lived there for years.
We spent the week walking in fact, we walked everywhere, from Montmartre to the Eiffel Tower and from the Arc de Triomphe to Bastille. I don’t like to miss a thing and walking is a good excuse to stop at numerous quaint cafes to watch the world and his Yorkshire terrier and fur coat walk by.
On the third day, we had afternoon tea at Cafe des 2 Moulins the cafe where Amelie was filmed. And yes, I had the special Amelie creme brûlée. I must also confess I gasped when I came across an Amelie shrine in the toilet complete with film poster, gnome and polaroid photographs. I know it’s just a film but it brought a tear to my eye!
As I write the snow falls outside my Oxford window as someone walks past my tiny purple padlock far away in Paris.