30.11.2012 - 02.12.2012 2 °C
"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?" - Alfred Lord Tennyson
My step-mum tells a story of when she and my dad were travelling through Egypt a few years ago. They were at the Great Pyramids, and she noticed my dad - a stoic, Aussie bloke who normally has no truck with emotional outbursts - touching a pyramid, tears streaming down his cheeks muttering 'it's the f&#*ing Pyramids'.
That moment has become an integral part of our family language. Mark, Kobi and I have used it this weekend several times (minus the colourful expletive). When we refer to Pyramid Moments, we mean "that moment when dream and reality converge, emotions overwhelm and result in a person being able to do nothing more than mutter incoherently."
A 'How cool is that?!' Moment refers to a more regularly occurring, less emotionally moving experience (but still, as the unoriginal name suggests, Cool :P ).
I differentiate between Pyramid Moments and regular 'How cool is that?!' (HCIT) moments, if for no other reason than it creates a bit of order in my thoughts.
The cheese. To quote Monty Python, blessed are the cheesemakers.
The clothes, the shops, the fashion. Parisian women combine comfort and warmth with so much style. For the first time in my life, I purchased something which looks awesome AND is warm (my vanity usually dictates I go for 'look awesome' and forsake warm).
Refer to HCIT?! Moment # 1. I am warm. I look good.
Watching my son and husband have their own Pyramid Moments in the Musee du Louvre. Both were overwhelmed by the story and the beauty of the art. I loved it too, but as soon as we saw the Mona Lisa, I was done and ready for coffee.
My first coffee in Paris. At the Louvre, overlooking the central courtyard. It was perfect - the coffee was smooth and black, the company excellent, the view spectacular. It met my pretentious adolescent dreams, and my adult caffeine-related standards.
Me. My man. The Eiffel Tower. An image in sepia. What more to say?
We did the L'Open Tour - hop on/hop off buses. Brilliant way to see the city and capture moments like this.
Coffee after a brisk morning walk, in a cosy, friendly cafe in Tour Eiffel.
L'Hotel Residence du Roy. Our room was large by Paris standards (45 square metres), and more importantly it had a really, really big bath. The bath proved invaluable for warming up after each outing
I decided my favourite time in Paris was early morning, before the world woke up.
We discovered Quatre Temps shopping centre near La Defense. Good coffee there too.
Notre Dame Cathedral.
We arrived during a church service. As we entered a choir was singing a breathtaking song. There are no words or images to capture the history and beauty of this place. We were blessed to experience it.
Yep. Another cafe related one. This time, dinner and coffee in the Left Bank. The liveliness and energy of this areaway exactly as I imagined it would be.
The view from our bus stop in the Left Bank.
Beyond our arrival/ departure date and accommodation, we had made no plans for our time in Paris. We did what we felt inspired to do at any given time, and it was perfect.
I've always had a vivid imagination, and the dreams I've dreamed for my life are always grand. Not all have come to pass (in some cases, I'm glad of that!). But the dreams I had of Paris - spot on.