Of all the world’s great cities there is one that seems to provoke more passion, more devotion, and more romantic inspiration than all the others. The city, of course, is Paris, the endlessly fascinating, always regenerating French capital. From Man Ray to Gershwin, Paris has been particularly intriguing for twentieth-century American artists. In his paean to the city, Hemingway wrote:
“If you rare lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then where ever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movable feast.”
I have always believed that the world is filled with countless fascinating places worth visiting. Once. But the remarkable thing about Europe and Paris in particular, is that the more you go, the more you want to stay. Each stay yields its own rewards, its own discoveries, and its own justification for returning again. Each stay is a renewal rather than a rerun, even if you always frequent the same venues.
Just walk a block, turn a corner - in Paris there is always something interesting, something beautiful and new, something that has been there forever but has gone unnoticed until now.
Nothing caused so much controversy in Paris as "the Pyramid". It is either a work of genius or an abomination, depending on what opinion you hold of the object, Parisians will take the opposite view.
Paris now is Paris as ever, as changing and constant as the weather, with new shops and restaurants, new people to watch and places to go.
And I’ll always remember, no matter what happens, I’ll always have Paris.