Today I heard from a couple of friends who call Paris home – my mind went right to work and a flood of memories streamed through my mind.
L’homme, I met at a yoga/meditation retreat in Kathmandu back in 2011, right after my trip to Bhutan. For a few days, we shared laughs, stories and yoga time with his partner. We even took a day trip to Patan, shopped for Tibetan singing bowls and meditated a bit in the Durbar Square.
La femme, I met just a few months ago in Banff where we shared a 4-bed hostel room in Banff. She was traveling with her partner across Canada and parts of USA, prior to their return to France after living in Toronto for a period of time. We talked about the variety of cuisine Toronto has to offer and they gave me a ride to Lake Louise and saved me a costly bus ticket.
Honestly, traveling solo does not mean traveling alone.
Oh I digress…
In 2005, after months of mending my heart from an unexplained breakup (he walked out without reason after 5 years relationship), I decided to spend a week in the city of Love – how ironic, right? I got myself a fully equipped, studio apartment in the heart of the Latin Quarter. The first day was the only day I tried to diligently follow a paper map – many of the small streets are not shown. As a result, I got lost countless times and caused much unnecessary frustration.
From that point on, I simply explored and wandered around Paris. I got to a few of the main tourist spots but found much more interesting gems by accident – like the old home of Sigmund Freud. When I wanted to head home, I’d pull out my map, ask a Parisian where we’re standing and I figure out my route home. [By home, I mean where I’m staying in Paris, not home in Toronto. I’ve found out this tend to confuse people when I say that. For me, my home is wherever I happen to be physically.]
Funny thing – One night, I was so tired, I didn’t pay attention to where I am and when I asked a Parisian our location, he pointed onto the map. My eyes bulged a bit, then the internal comment “Girl, your home is around the corner!” I did not notice I’m standing right at the metro station closest to my home!
Without further ado, here are some of my photos from Paris in 2005…