There’s a Paris for everyone. And if you’re lucky, you get to have more than one version.
My first time was like for most people, as a tourist. If you don’t fall in love head first with the city there’s only one explanation: you lack a heart. Paris takes control over you, it overwhelms you with its beauty and magnificence. You walk down the street and you are suddenly taken by breathtaking buildings, one of its monuments or simply a little lane that pulls you in, inviting you to find out its every little corner. In Paris, even the beaten path is amazing: The Champs-Élysées, the Arc de Triomphe, the Notredame. Of course, you’ll never forget the first time you lay eyes on Mme Eiffel. Paris invades you.
A few days in Paris, and mind you it was winter, I knew I had to come back.
And so I did. Many years later, I was an exchange student in HEC, one of the business schools outside Paris. My suitcase and I moved into a sub-let studio on the 15ème arrondissement, at Place du Commerce. And for the first time, I lived Paris. I explored every corner of the Jardins de Luxembourg, I walked both margins of the Seine up and down. I found out the best financiers of the whole city were steps away from my apartment, a luxury my tiny budget could afford. I met people. Parisians and not, I mingled. I went to Queen on a Monday night and lost track of time and space. I ate crêpe at four in the morning at a corner of the Quartier Latin after a big Salsa night, before crossing town on my way home. There wasn’t a cafe on the 15ème I didn’t know. I walked around the Invalides and I met Rodin inside his museum and from a completely different perspective, I lost myself again in time and space. Paris does that you, stops time and takes you to a parallel universe. If you want to lose yourself to find yourself, walk at night on the streets of the Ile de La Cité, talk to the artists and buy posters in Montmartre. Stroll around St. Germain and le Marais. Spend a day (no, not hours), a day inside the Musée d’Orsay. Find yourself a tandem partner to learn French (and I wish I could say we became more than that but we only really exchanged words back and forth, in French and Spanish. C’est la vie).
Eleven years later, I’m on a plane from Melbourne, Australia, destination Charles de Gaule. I had a little more than a suitcase this time. More specifically, seven pieces of luggage, 200kg of airfreight and a 20ft container that would arrive 3 months later. A husband and 2 children. Life had changed, I wasn’t on a tight budget anymore. My comfortable apartment was situated on the Avenue de Victor Hugo. And again Paris takes you over either you want it or not. At the Jardins de Luxembourg, we spent most of the time in the amazing playground they have (once in company of no less than Marion Cotillard), we also discovered les Jardins d’Acclimatation, the carrousel at the end of Trocadéro, the Ateliers Créatifs at George Pompidou, the playground at Place des États Units and every corner of Parc Monceau (aka Parc Monsieur, according to my son). I collected unforgettable moments like going to the tip of the merry-go-round at Place de la Concorde, only to realize my kids were fine but was terrified by the height. Running like crazy after them flying on their trottinettes under the arcs of Place de Voges. The picnics at the margins of the Canal St Martin. An unbelievable afternoon when exceptionally they opened the nave of the Grand Palais and my kids just ran like little rockets from side to side. And of course when I took them to meet Rodin.
photo by Taciana Fonseca
photo by Taciana Fonseca
photo by Taciana Fonseca
It was a different Paris, busier, more stressful, and rare were the moments to lose and find myself. Burocracy, endless administrative processes, back and forth with several institutions to get things done (from the government to your internet provider) – Paris lacks efficiency, it can waste lots of your precious time. Some people are respectful, many are very rude. The fast pace of the city runs you over like someone who shoves you inside the metro and almost make you trip over your own feet.
There’s a Paris to everyone. And if I can give you one single advice: keep your tourist eyes always on. Don’t let the frenzy, the rudeness of people, the traffic, the fear gets into you. Go to the parks, enjoy the Seine, find by mistake that amazing bookshop at Rive Gauche, and carve time just for you and Paris alone. Even if you have a residency card, be a tourist. Forever. And on a daily basis, let Paris invade you.
Taciana Fonseca
