This post from a NYTimes blog reminded me why Paris is my favorite place on earth. The food, the museums, the vibe, everything. I need to get back there soon... or maybe I just need to get out of Dallas?
Ok, so: favorite part of visiting Paris. It wasn't a particular museum, and it certainly wasn't the Louvre (a personal disappointment because of the throngs of eediots snapping pictures of themselves in front of fine art). It wasn't the Eiffel Tower or Notre Dame or even Versailles — although all of this was on such an epic scale, it was overwhelming.
No, I think my favorite part was hanging out in the Latin Quarter, and visiting the Pompidou Center, which houses the Musée National d'Art Modern, which blew away every other museum I visited.
Afterwards, in the surrounding streets with their bistros and bars and secondhand booksellers and young people everywhere, I kind of felt like a Paris local (or how I imagined it would feel to actually live there). It was comfortable and interesting and unique and alive.
Precisely how I'd like to feel every day, wherever I am.
