Paris : one trip to wonderland

What is Paris for me: a dream that came true, the smell of a tasty croissant, or a high-speed roller-coaster? Well, there is no right answer. I have been there two times: once with my parents and once with my best friend. Was this enough? No, not at all.

However, my most vivid memory from Paris was not the visit to exquisite museums and charming cathedrals, it was the extraordinary and unique atmosphere. Paris is a town where every street is romantic, where the emotions seem a little bit more real, and where the word: “impossible”, seems to have no meaning. Yes, this is Paris, the world capital of Love. Who does not dream of a wedding on the Eiffel Tower? Or does not desire a polite, intelligent, French husband?

Nevertheless, I felt that the magic was only in my imagination. The Eiffel Tower was not that charming; it had a very characteristic brownish color (it reminded me of ...). The distances were too long, so I was exhausted only the second day. Sometimes even the subway smelled awfully.

My dreams met the reality, but it was then that I understood. Yes, Paris’s idealistic vision was just an illusion. But who cares? The Eiffel tower was exquisite at night, it was sparkling. I was tired, yes, but who wouldn’t be, if he is wearing small shoes, and has so little time to explore such a city. I felt Paris in my heart, I walked on Champs Elysee. Yes I walked through all of it, and I don’t regret it, even though, at the end I was about to drop dead on the street.

What I really understood that day was that every feeling or emotion is just an imagination. There is no true love, or true romance. There are always ups and downs in our world of illusions. The important thing is to continue believing, that love exists. What better place to renew the power of my beliefs than Paris? In today’s world people loose their imagination and replace it with plane facts. Children no longer play with each other: they play with the computer. People are so unsatisfied, all the time. They envy each other; they always complain that their life is miserable. They just don’t understand that the word “miserable”, only acquires a meaning in our minds. We make our lives miserable with complains. Yes, I ruined few moments of my trip to Paris just with my stupid dissatisfaction. However, I realized that I must be crazy not to appreciate that Paris was a dream that came true for me, and all complains were just marks of small inconveniences.

I thought more about it and found out that there is something about Paris, which would satisfy everyone. The restaurants are for the gastronomes, the shops are for the shopaholics, the museums: for the culture- loving people. I started wandering what was there for me? Well, I loved it all, the city, the people, the shops, and most of all: Disney Land. It was a reminder that there are no adults: just children who had been lost. In Disney Land I saw grown ups with Minnie Mouse – ears, and it made sense. Probably in Paris it all made sense, even me with Minnie-mouse ears and an enormous Minnie- Mouse balloon, walking on the street with my best friend, who had the same accessories.

So that was Paris for me at the end… something that just made sense.