A Postcard from Paris

Writing from the most beautiful capitol in the world, from Paris, where we have been for the last four days. I heard about how beautiful it is for years and from many people, but seeing is different than hearing. I’ve been in the UK for a good while now, and Paris is always so close from where we have been. And all of this time, not knowing what I was missing out, I couldn’t be bothered crossing the channel to visit this city.

We came with a wishing list of the places we wanted to see and of the things we wanted to do. It is the cultural capitol of the whole world, you can visit the biggest museum ever where you can spend half of your life over there and still you won’t discover everything in it. So we wanted to see the Mona Lisa, the most famous painting in the world, and the rest of the Louvre. Outside, we wanted to go up the Eiffel Tower, see the Triumph Arch, and sit at a restaurant or a café in the Champs-Elysée and enjoy the taste of the French food, their Baguette and their cheese.

We managed to do all of the above. On our way back to Wales, still I can’t tick every item on the wishing list. In fact the list now is more than double the size of the list we had on our way to France.

Although we spent a whole day around and up the Eiffel Tower and we saw Paris during the day and the night when it was beautifully lit up, this is a place we’re definitely going to visit again. As Paris is well known to be the city of romance, you don’t need much effort to be romantic. It’s just contagious. You only need to take with you your gorgeous other half with you, and there’s no harm to surprise her with a red rose while you’re there.

Knowing few words and phrases in French is an advantage. I know that French people are nice. They try to help you even if they don’t speak English, but speaking with them in their own language will make your journey much more enjoyable and easier.

Overall, it’s been a fabulous holiday, unplanned as we decided 5PM and we’re on the ferry 2AM, but I know it’s going to be their in our memory for ever.

But still I insist: Il n'ya pas de place comme le Koweït.