The full moon provided just enough illumination for fleeting ghostly images of fields and trees. The lights from cars and “lorries” traveling the D916 appeared to travel in reverse as we raced southward. There was little sensation of the 300 kph speed, except for an occasional house streaking past my window.
The Eurostar had left St. Pancras station at 17:31. In another half hour I’d complete the 342 km. ride and arrive at Gare du Nord.
Ah, Paris. The very name conjures up visions of:
- Casual strolls through the Jardins des Tuileries;
- Taking a coffee at an open-air café;
- The city of romance.
Except this trip would consist of lime-green offices, conference tables, reviewing billing records and contracts, with an occasional peek of the Tour Eiffel, 5 km away.
A business trip . . . how romantic.
Paris can be an enchanting place, a romantic place, a place to lose the repetitive world of chores and timeclocks. But not on this trip. Not even in the evenings.
Why the difference?
On this trip I was surrounded by people vaguely aware I existed. They were caught up in their “foreign language” world, which did not include me.
On the trip when I’d shared Paris with my sweetheart, that was romantic. Without her, it was just another city in another country.
It’s who you share Paris with that makes the difference.
When you share Paris with your sweetheart, it becomes romantic. In fact, any city in any country can be romantic when you share it with your sweetheart.
It’s whom you’re with, not where you are, that makes the difference.
So, stroll the gardens. Eat dinner under the lights of an outside seating area. Let your city become the city of lights, when you enjoy it with your sweetheart.
Robert, a hopeless romantic
©Robert Beagle, 2018