Paris is always worth going back

Paris is always worth going back
December 2018
Published 5 Mar 2021

In my memories Paris is a cold city. I remember being always here in the winter, when the trees have no leaves and it is cold, very cold. This time was no exception.

I came to Paris on a short stop on my route to the Austral summer, escaping the European winter. I barely brought any warm clothes with me, and that probably made me have my coldest time ever in this city. Coldest than the last, which was, maybe, my coldest memory.

Whatever. Even for some short, cold hours, it was worth it. I took a bus from where I was staying all the way to the Trocadéro, walked around the Eiffel Tower, had a 5.6€ warming coffee and took a bus back to the gare. Buses are cheap and run smooth, conveniently and are not busy here. At least the ones I’ve taken.

It was nice to see the magnificent tree-lined avenues, with houses full of windows and grey roofs. See the Moulin Rouge and the Sacre Cœur. The small boulangeries. The newly-bulletproof Eiffel Tower. The squares, the Champs Elisées, the neighbourhoods, the Opera.

And the stations. Paris has a lot of them, big, busy. I like to watch this organized chaos. People up and down, walking fast, everyone with their own destination. It’s like a mini-Paris within Paris.

Maybe that’s why Paris never stresses me like other big cities. It has it’s speed, but it’s a nice one. And the croissants are delicious. I think I’ll come live in Paris one day. But when it’s warm, and the trees have leaves.