Don't ask, don't tell--a note on Paris de la melancholy.

Lovers and lovelies alike,
Hello hello from the dwindling light of my first day of fullness in Paris. It has been fittingly epic; layers upon layers of wide-eyed discovery. We blazed our way through the French metro system like we'd been born and bred for the ordeal...peeking our faces from the darkened underground only to be greeted by le Tour D'Eiffel spiraling gracefully into the sun-streaked sky. It was a moment of immense wonder...I felt the world pause around me for a string of moments--children ceased to wail, heels snapping the pavement were silent, and all my senses were aware of was my own shriek of delight and amazement. Sheer brilliance, yes. Our very own collective six feet took us up, up, onwards and upwards flight after flight after hundreds of flights. Elevators are for the weak of spirit, oui!? Height-sensitive moi took a soldier-esque attitude on, and refused to let a lingering fear of being sans feet-on-solid-ground taint the experience for me. Gazing out over the far-reaching city, I felt like a bird or a ghost...weightless and drenched in life and lighter, lighter, lighter than I have in a very long time. It was both humbling and moving. The rest of our day unraveled in an effortless flow...we stumbled unwittingly on the Arc de Triomph, sipped coffee and watched the world slip by from the windows of a miniscule cafe, and indulged in an extensive photoshoot in front of Louis Vuitton (YEEP!)
I am content. Paris has haunted my dreams of both the day and night variety for as long as I can even remember, and so it is quite the glittering blessing to be living that long lusted-after experience out in flesh and blood. I am grateful beyond measure, and brimming with renewal and a trembling anticipation for the next nine days. Expect an overflow of words from these lips in said coming fragment of time...
Okay. I am off to nap in the manner of a cat before a night that promises to revolve around dirt-cheap wine, stunningly dark eyes and our fair share of street-wandering.
Until soon,
R.L.B

Oh, and...
a jewel from the book I finished recently:
"Don't be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning."
--Oscar Wilde, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'.