One Day in Paris

Fromage: Paris cheese shop

One day in Paris is like a year in any other place, is almost what 10cc sang in 1975. Actually they sang about the night, but I wasn’t in the market for that sort of tourism. On my last day in France’s capital, I visited the Pompidou Centre to see some modern art, and then spent the rest of the day wandering around aimlessly, just taking in the atmosphere.

Smile for the camera: models in Paris

The atmosphere was actually quite damp, so I ducked into the arches around the Louvre, and peered into arcades and dusty old shops. All the while, weird photographic stuff was going on all around me, like a strange Christmassy photo-shoot, and gritty urban wedding portraits.

The Getaway Car: Paris Wedding Rolls

As the night drew in, the lights came on, and the French (naturally) know how to make a city look cool without too much effort. I came to the conclusion that Paris was actually quite like London: eclectic, sprawling and impressive. But, where London is the man (brutish and hard), Paris is the woman (curvy and elegant).

Hotel du Louvre, paris at night

So, as I went for my last metro train back to the hotel, and said goodbye to the Place de la Concorde and its Ferris wheel, I sang Une Nuit à Paris to myself one last time, and gave my feet a well-deserved night off.

The Wheel at the End of the Champs-Élysées, Paris

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