Paris has been amazing, a mix of old favorites and new neighborhoods, new museum exhibits, new restaurants, new faces. And, I kid you not, most Parisians seem friendlier than they once did. Maybe it’s because our French is better. Maybe it’s because we’re older. Maybe Parisians are taking to heart admonitions from the government to be more welcoming to their guests.
But after 10 days of walking and people watching, enjoying spectacular special museum exhibits and free concerts, sampling some great restaurants and snapping photographs, we’re ready to return to Aix.
This fantastic, frenetic trip reminded me again that Aix is its own slow lane. Throw open the shudders in the morning. Stop by the market for vegetables after breakfast. Sip a glass of wine on the patio in the afternoon sun. Study a bit of French and write a little in between. I like that simplicity, the sense of time moving slowly, the pleasure of our small routines.
We have loved Paris. Always do. Always will. But to think we have spring in Aix and then the countryside ahead lifts my spirits.