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Back in Paris and Being Wooed

Rain pelted Paris today; cold temperatures slyly snuck in.

But! Up until now, Paris bathed in a surprising amount of sunshine. It’s as if the city knew it must woo me back from Spain.

Soaking up the sun

Soaking up the sun in a park close to home

And speaking of all things woo, reuniting with my man after the summer away has been awesome. He also was pleasantly surprised. Since we met in a season when I was already bundled up in my puffy coat – and winter here lasted through June – he’d never seen me sporting cute summer dresses before. Yes, show a little skin!

Ok, but with a scarf. And something for my arms. And a table in front so you can't really see what I'm wearing. But trust me! More cuteness has happened than usual!

Ok, but with a scarf. And something for my arms. And a table in front so you can’t really see what I’m wearing. But trust me! More cuteness has happened than usual!

I’ve been approaching the city as a newcomer again; being a tourist in my own town. I had an errand close to the Pantheon the other day and then realized – hey! I’ve never been inside the Pantheon! Time to check that off the list.

But of course I didn't have my camera with me so this  is a photo from Flickr Creative Commons. Thanks DoctorWho!

But of course I didn’t have my camera with me so this is a photo from Flickr Creative Commons. Thanks DoctorWho!

My friend Adam also paid visit to the city. And aww, shucks! He proposed to his girlfriend at the Eiffel Tower! (She said yes). We’re batting a thousand for wonderful tourist things to do.

(Come join us on a short video stroll on the tip of Ile de la Cite as we headed to a picnic. More summer stuff!)

Not far from said tip is the Pont des Arts. Adam hadn’t been in Paris for 5 or 6 years. “Hey, when did that bridge get covered over in gold?” he joked as we spied it from Pont Neuf.

Pont des Arts

Oh. Oh dear. Upon closer inspection it is simply the love lock bridge way overloaded now

But back on the trail. It’s the Museum of Montmartre.

Musee de Montmartre

Musee de Montmartre

And quaint Place Dalida…

Place Dalida. A bit more tasteful.

…though the golden tint of (ahem, rhyme with me here), the statue’s t*ts took the classiness level down just a bit.

Statue of famous singer Dalida. The focused golden tint on one body part hard to miss.

What ritual is this?

There’s the Roy Lichtenstein exhibition at the Pompidou. (It’s great! The expo is on through November 4 – my birthday! – for anyone who still wants to catch it).

Now, mes petits...pour la France!

Now, mes petits…pour la France!

Summer’s fun and games wane, however. But in it’s place the energy and promise of the busy rentree. Everything is abuzz; everyone’s appointment books full.

Remember the quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald, someone who knew a little something about swinging Paris in its heyday: “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

So now over to you: Does the rentree/back to school season energize you or fill you with dread?

If giant fairground rides strike fear into your heart, the apocalyptic sky hanging over the Tuilieres probably doesn't help. (Of course, the other option, is that you find this totally awesome).

Delight or terror in the Tuileries?

End of Summer Mantra (and the Return to Paris)

A decorated street during Festa Major de Gracia

Paris has welcomed me back with sunshine. It’s warm and glorious and everything it wasn’t when I left. This makes my reluctant return after nearly 2 months in Spain easier.

I offer this idyllic image first because my journey home last night looked like this:

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Volleyball at the Hotel de Ville

Finally, a real summer day!

It’s a holiday here in France, too, so people are especially happy. Good timing!

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday: (Non)-Summer in Paris

Sure, Paris can be romantic in the rain.

People probably don’t have this in mind, though:

No one lives in Paris for the weather, but I got to say, skipping over summer is kind of a shame.

I can’t complain today. The sun’s shining. But overall, summer’s been skimpy in these parts. I’ve looked at the extended forecast and the rain’s coming back for the weekend. (It’s best not to look at these things).

Oh well. It does help with the work. August is my month of attack you might remember. And attacking, I am. I’m getting so much done! The freak floods and gray days only give more motivation to stay inside and focused, so I’m grateful for that.

August….Attack!

And I mean that in the best possible way.

It may be against conventional wisdom, but August is an awesome time to be in Paris. Not if you’re visiting tourist sites and hanging around central areas, mind you. That – with the crowds and general hubbub – is pretty hellacious, in my opinion.

You know what else sounds hellacious? Getting into one of these contraptions then spinning around on the water! I'm getting motion sick just thinking about it!

No, I’m talking August of the resident who stays, the neighborhood lounging, the slower pace. The city is emptying out, many places close for the long vacation.

I love being left behind. The city starts to feel more mine.

I just got home from the hammam (Turkish bath). There was practically no one there. I sauntered from sauna to steam room to the pool and had it all to myself. So relaxing!

Afterward, I strolled down to the Canal de L’Ourcq to see what this year’s Paris Plages looked like. Again, not the beach along the Seine, the main artery of Paris Plages. The outpost in the 19th is more subdued – and more my speed.

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Scattered Sunbeams

The sky before unleashing its rain, Hotel de Ville

Paris may be the world’s most beautiful city, even in the rain (some might go so far as to posit especially in the rain), but I gotta say: I want summer.

Let me paint you a portrait of a recent ‘summer’s night’ outing: dressed in long-sleeved shirt, sweater (yes, sweater), and scarf I make my way to the Hotel de Ville to hear Tricky perform as part of the FNAC Indetendances festival of music. (This was the last weekend; sorry folks).

Some people are dressed wistfully, in tanks and short skirts, willing the weather to cooperate. Most have realized that we are in a season more closely resembling fall, however, so jackets are in full display.

A menacing sky, but we will the rain to hold off for a bit. It does. Until it doesn’t. With the advent of a light sprinkle, we open our umbrellas, make the umbrellas dance. Several people jump onto the stage. (I believe this was a practical means of escaping the rain rather than anyone being overcome by the music. They conveniently exited the stage again once the rain stopped.)

A fine night, a fine night, but we are too much darting between raindrops, those of us left here in August. We try to slot ourselves in between scattered sunbeams this summer.

Rosa Bonheur at 4 PM

The day before the concert, I met up with fellow bloggers Res I(p)sa, An Alien Parisienne, and Paul of Paris Inspired at Rosa Bonheur in the beautiful Buttes Chaumont Park (my favorite park – I suggest to anyone visiting Rosa Bonheur to go near 4 PM as we did; such a relaxed pace before the crushing evening hipster crowd arrives – which is also fun, of course. Also how cute is it that Paris Karin and Paris Paul are a blogger couple?)

Rosa Bonheur at 8 PM

The weather confusion saw me in many layers, but by the time we settled in, the sun shone bright. Mid-August and I wear layers, I contemplate knee-high boots, turtlenecks. This just shouldn’t be. Even in Paris, where I forgive almost anything just to bask in her beauty, sometimes you just want a little warmth and light.

Today, Sunday, there are no breaks in the clouds, the rain falls heavy. It’s cold. A sweater and heavy socks kind of day (shall I remind you this is mid-August?)

Should be a good day to stay indoors, write, work. Should be…but I gaze longingly out the window and am distracted by how much I wish for the sun.

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Sion Dayson is paris (im)perfect. Writer, dreamer, I moved to France on – no exaggerating – a romantic whim. As you can imagine, a lot can go wrong (and very right!) with such a (non)plan. These are the (im)perfect stories that result.

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