When I first moved to Paris I met a man that told me that this was a city of lessons. I immediately tuned him out, these ambiguous statements are too convenient and they are often accompanied by an exaggerated, world-weary look. Despite my obvious disinterest in his observation, he continued. “People that come to Paris are looking for an answer to a question they weren’t aware they asked.”
I don’t know if that is true or not but I thought of it yesterday as I was crossing the Pont de l’Alma. I watched as a man removed a ring from his finger, considered it for a time and let it drop into the Seine.
13 comments:
I find this completely fascinating ~ and true ~ as I received an answer to a question when I was in Paris.
I have just discovered your delightful blog. Ironically it, too, is an answer to a question I didn't know I asked.
You are a spectacular writer. I foresee many sleepless nights ahead as I take in all your posts.
this is the genesis of a hitotoki... you should think about fleshing it out a little bit and send it to us! (hitotoki.org)
I love this post. Beautiful. Poignant. Perfect.
Did he dive in after it?
I've done that. Different bridge, same river.
Hmmm...I'd never thought of moving to Paris this way.
Nice post. I've often wondered how my life would be different today if I hadn't blown off certain bits of good advice when I was younger.
So wait . . . is Paris more like the Magic Eight Ball or the modern-day oracle? If the answer is the ladder, just don't tell the Greeks.
Beautifully written. I gave a little gasp.
I thought the answer was 42...?
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i like that. i naively hope it's true.
I think anyone moving to another place/country is looking for an answer to a question (s)he isn't aware (s)he asked. It's the legacy of being a nomad. Beautiful post by the way. Deeply whimsical.
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