Yesterday I took my kids to the Jardin des Tuileries. Maybe one of the most beautiful places on earth.
Have you seen the movie Diva, by Jean-Jacques Beineix? I used to love this movie when I was a teenager, and the scene at the Tuileries is a pure marvel.
So there we were. Swann was digging the durt with his little sand shovel, and Florina was slumped on a bench that people pay a fortune just to sit on. They come from all over the world. You can tell by the look in their eyes that they think Paris is magnificent.
At the funfair, teenagers were going on some crazy attractions, things that throw you high in the air and then turn you upside down and then keep you there, hanging for seconds that must feel like eternity. They were screaming so loud they probably lost their voices up there, somewhere between the rooftops on rue de Rivoli and the blue sky. At first I thought: you must be insane to want to go there and actually enjoy it. And then I realized that it surely helps teenagers get their frustrations out, it's actually very healthy and I should have gone up there myself when I was their age (I did cigarettes instead).
Looking at the ferris wheel, it reminded me of one of the first dates I had with Earl, and he wanted us to go up there and I said I was scared, and he called me a chicken (which I am, and also I have vertigo). I said I would go for my 35th birthday and I still haven't. Maybe next year, who knows. Now Florina wants to go with me, too. I'm trapped.
And then 30 minutes later, I was in my kitchen making dinner. Deep inside, I know how lucky I am, because this city, well, this is my home and I can't tell with words how much I love it.