Yes, I have now been to that restless city, yes I have been to France!
Did I despise it? Oh very much so; as there own writer puts it;
"Yes, I've been to Paris: It's a mixture of everything found in all the Providences. It's a chaos, a restless throng in which everyone is looking for pleasure and hardly anyone ever finds it..."
- Voltaire
Still in doubt?
"....in every province the chief occupations, in order of importance, are love-making, malicious gossip and talking nonsense."
But in all its despicable nonsensicalness, the charm caught me. Yes after just two weeks I might be overheard uttering, "Paris, that city of activity, that city of life, one can not help...". No I cannot bear to hear it. The French are all to arrogant to be the patrons of a loved city. If one loved Paris one would be captured by Paris. An unacceptable defeat for an American man. Really they are the French.
4 comments:
Good thoughts.
Paris? It is a waxwork. One finds its pulse only in the very early morning.
And its heart at night?
Yes. Often, it is a cruel heart, though.
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