I love Paris when it drizzles.
Notre Dame in Paris, France.
I love Paris in the spring time. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.
– Cole Porter
Paris might not have been the escape I was hoping for: my back went out three days in a row and my last two days in the city I spent with a stuffed nose and wicked sore throat and probably a fever and, on my last night, I hardly slept due to weird dreams (the kind I tend to get when I’m sick) and then woke up needing to puke.
I guess I didn’t help myself any by trying to force French delicacies on myself (more on that later).
Luckily, though, I was in a cushy hotel room in Paris with air conditioning and a nice big bed and a TV where I watched random French game shows and American movies that were dubbed into French. And then I watched a few movies that I downloaded from iTunes. (I finally saw Black Swan! And Easy A! And Garden State! All awesome.)
I did force myself out of bed each morning. Despite being a slightly rainy day. Because, when it drizzles in Paris you should probably still do…something.
One day I went to the top of Notre Dame.
And then the next day I went to a great photography museum and then went in search of the Parisian Statue of Liberty.
But my back ached after each and so I couldn’t do too much else and didn’t get to do as much as I’d expected. Like find the Moulin Rouge or get better photos of the giant thumb or see the Eiffel Tower lit up at all. But I guess Paris is one of those places I will eventually, again, find my way back to. Because, as Cole Porter says…