the city of love.

Paris, paris, paris. If only i could find the words to describe how i really feel about this place. Quite honestly, my first week in Paris was heavenly - almost like falling in love for the first time. Paris, i fell in love with the city the moment i stepped out from the St Lazare train station. I didnt expect to feel this way. After all, i have seen so much of paris in books, on tele, in paintings. its as if i already knew the place like the back of my hand. probably because of that, i lowered my expectations of the place to avoid disappointment. i think after i was blown away. its impossible for this city to let you down. its too beautiful. As i made my first uneasy steps toward the gallery lafayette from the train station, i looked around in what must have been disbelief. everything is so drmatically beautiful in paris - the 18th century facades, the intricate art nouveau metal grills, the flowers, the smell of baguette, the overwhelmingly wide bouvelards, the sound of music! if only i could describe everything to you.

tonight i hqve been invited to an art opening at the Jeu de Paume of the french contemporary artists Pierre et Giles. Hopefully i can finish this entry then without getting too drunk on free champagne!