Paris didn’t give me a love story.
I’m currently the groomsman for two of my closest friends, I’ve been invited to quite a few weddings and I’m documenting the stories of a handful of beautiful lovers. And no, this isn’t a lifelong experience, it’s all happening this summer. I think I’m the only single person among my close friends, as though third wheeling wasn’t enough 3 years ago, now I have to answer questions as to when I’m getting married & why I’m still single.
So I finally land in Paris and mind you I grew up watching French Love cinema (I can explain some other day), expectations were high and I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d be painting or drawing any French girls (of course with their clothes on). Maybe the next morning, I’d be bringing someone French toast in bed after a good nights rest (don’t worry I’m waiting till marriage). Yes, all those years of studying French would go beyond using “ qui, qui” with my friends. And most importantly, I’d get to show off my French cuisine skills (omelettes count guys). I mean look at all these apartments, look at all these people, there’s got to be a love story in the making.
Nevertheless, cupid was on vacation, I had three hours to explore the city and I sure did get to use my French. Was I disappointed? Far from it. I enjoyed every moment in Paris. I had the best espresso & Nutella crepe in my life, saw the Eiffel Tower and met two very wonderful people; Alban and Chris who were very intrigued by my Americaness (if that is a word). And who needs a new love story when I have the greatest one ever told to mankind. & Thank you @vp_vadim for being a great Eiffel tower model.