Oh, Paris. The fact that I’ve been bumming my brains out at one o’clock in the morning trying to sum up Paris is the real evidence that Paris refuses to be logically examined. The City of Love. Once the capital of the world. The city of magic, according to Woody Allen. The city of elegantly bitchy girls. The city of stuffy and smelly metros (but really though, it’s good enough compared to New York). All in all, THE CITY.

In fact, I feel a little ashamed to admit that I’ve been re-watching Sex and the City, here in Paris. Okay, it’s bad – in the City of Love I should be going out every night trying to find my great love instead of eating cheese sticks in front of a poorly filmed ’90s chick flick. I keep imagining myself to be someone in the series, like how Carrie Plover wrote how she would be Carrie (everyone, if you are reading this post right now, please stop and just read Carrie’s post cause it’s perfect). I realized I am, like everyone else probably is, a mix of the four: Carrie, the writer who is such a perfectionist and believes so much in the heated, consuming, “big” love the biggest love. + Miranda, the realist who is successful, strong, and in the end chose someone who earns so much less but loves her no matter how many times she tries to escape. +Charlotte, the advocate for pure love, the beautiful but timid and traditional kind, the one that tries to find the perfect love by matching backgrounds realizing in the end that when she finds the right person nothing would matter. + finally Samantha, the extremely sédusante, the one who believes in sex and never love, in the end finding someone she might trust more than she would want to admit.

And then I met someone. And then I lost him. And then I did it again. And then he came back.

In the City of Love, where do I place myself amongst all the lovey couples making out on the street? If there was a big speaker in Paris, I would scream into it so loud that it would damage the hearing of my great love so he would wake up.

Okay that was a lie. But hey, in the past week I’ve met and re-met people. Who’s to say what will happen in the future?

Let’s see what’s to come.