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You know that it’s usually the best weather on day you have to leave? Well, for the first time in my life, that was not the case. Today, I am leaving a cloudy Paris behind. Apparently, the weather that I have had is Paris the past couple of days was something way out of the ordinary. With this time of year being associated with rain and cold, it was completely weird to have people tanning on the banks of the Seine River this week. It felt like summer and I wasn’t complaining.
After another one of my Eiffel-Louvre-Champs-Arc de Triomph runs, I was determined to actually make it to the neighbourhoods of Paris that I wanted to visit on the first day. So, eliminating all possible distractions in the form of café’s and boutique stores where I can’t afford anything anyway, I got on the Metro underground train and only emerged to a gorgeous day at Hotel de Ville Station, the one closest to the Notre Dame. From there the plan was to explore the Latin Quarter and Le Marais, which are some of the oldest and most authentic neighbourhoods in the city.
I don’t know if it was the incredible weather or because of the fact that it was Thursday (who knows, maybe there is something secret about a Thursday in Paris), but something invited all the street musicians to this part of Paris.
The first musician I came across was on the bridge at the back part of the Notre Dame. He caught my attention with a beautiful rendition of Don’t Think Twice it’s Allright”, written and originally sung by Bob Dylan but then later covered by Peter Paul and Mary (which is coincidentally one of my favourite songs at the moment). The music echoed over the water and made every person, tourist or local, stop in their tracks and pause a moment to take it in.
Walking though the streets of the Latin Quarter gave me a peek of what it would be like to live here. Well, I have decided that I could easily sip coffee (or wine), eat stacks of bread and have deep discussions with friends while enjoying the sunny day (To be fair, it was lunch time so all the café’s were packed, I’m sure everyone actually does have jobs and things to worry about).
The second musician I came across was a picture right from a cliché Paris postcard. An old man with a leather jacket that any millennial would kill to have, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips, playing classical guitar.
The third was on the bridge taking me from the Latin Quarter to Le Marais. This must have been my favourite half-hour of my whole time in Paris. The bridge can’t be accessed by any cars, making it the perfect make-shift stage for these musicians. This guy, armed only with his guitar, a microphone, amplifier and his voice, managed to gather quite an audience. Every-one taking a quick break from being on their feet, but staying a couple of minutes longer to enjoy the music.
The rest of the day I saw at least another 5 musicians/groups singing on the streets, in the underground terminal and even in the train itself.
I absolutely love my outfit from yesterday (although my 12-year-old-self would die if she saw me in these clothes!). My last day in Paris I wore a pair of khaki, high-waist, flare pants from H&M, a plain white top and finished my look with a colourful floral scraf that you can find at Zara.
I am typing this on Heathrow Airport in London with my flight to New York leaving in less than two hours! I am beyond excited, so stay tuned for some cool posts coming your way in the next week!