I miss Paris. (Don’t worry, London. I still miss you too). The thing is I see reminders of London pretty frequently. The last two weeks though, Paris is calling.
First, it was a license plate in bustling New York City that caught my eye. “PARISCAT” it said. I did a double take.
Next, I got an email from a book site making a recommendation: Paris In Love, a memoir by Eloisa James. The description? A college professor/writer takes a sabbatical, packs her and her family up and moves to Paris for a year. Sold. I mean basically this is a dream of mine. I devoured the book, highlighting every place I want to go when I get back only to find the author gives a handy reference at the end.
These were minor signs, I felt. But then I went to the pet store. And Paris found me there too.
My three-year-old niece had been asking me for a dog. I think she thought I’d give in and say yes. I explained she had to ask her parents so then she started asking me for goldfish.
I could do that. So I took her to the pet shop.
I was pushing her in the carriage when we stopped to look at decorations for her fishbowl. We saw it at the same time. A plastic Arc de Triomphe and an Eiffel Tower.
“Look! Look! It’s your castle and tower!” My niece exclaimed. (Did I mention she’s incredibly smart?)
She recognized them from my charm bracelet that I have yet to take off. (The one I got at L’Arc: http://universeletters.com/2012/01/06/paris-je-taime/ I added an Eiffel Tower to it before I left).
While I was in Paris I had bought my niece a mini Arc de Triomphe jewelry box and when I presented it to her I explained I went all the way to the top and that one day I’d take her with me. She often carries it around and tells me the story of how I climbed the “castle.” Too cute.
“That’s right!” I told her, shocked. “That’s in Paris, France. I’m going to take you someday.”
“Paris, France!” Her eyes widened.
But really? Paris in the pet store? I had to laugh.
A Parisian-themed fish tank? I kind of like the idea. I would buy redcap goldfish to make it seem like they are wearing berets, name them Gustave and Pierre and speak to them in French.
Maybe I’ll do it someday. But I think I’ll hold off on getting any pets right now. I want the freedom to travel.
Thanks for Paris popping up all over the place. I know I’ll get back there.