Chelsea lives in Paris, in a closet called a studio with a price tag of a house in most towns in USA.
At least the ceiling is fifteen feet high, and there is abundant light, that helps.
I am sure you have heard of a bathroom so small you can do your duties without moving more then two inches in any direction. Well in Chelsea's um place, add to the bathroom, a kitchen, a bedroom, a desk, and a dresser that serves as a closet and subtract one inch in any direction.
Chelsea's studio is 107 square feet.
Nevertheless, Paris agrees with her.
So much to see, do, taste, be, enjoy. Beauty in Paris knows no bounds… it is literally a cornucopia of eye popping, heart throbbing, hands itching, mouth watering, feet dancing, mind boggling (all is a good-good way) delight.
Ascetically, inch by inch, pleasing… I swear every rock has been turned over, nothing is left for not, Paris is the only place I can walk for days and never tire.
Chelsea noted that wherever your eyes fall beauty picks them up, "…the cafes, the museums, the restaurants, the gardens, the streets, the PEOPLE, the food, the makeup, the architecture, the many shades of grey, numerous things to do, the churches, the shoes, the shoes, the shoes…"
Paris. Even the name conjures up elegance.
We lived in Paris when we were first married, conceived Chelsea, and eventually Chelsea was a baby there… two of my favorite memories are:
1) When Chelsea was born she weighed 10 lbs. At six weeks she was nearly as big as me. My dear friend Cynthia, a baker at that time in Paris, was nearly six feet tall. No matter where we went people thought she was Chelsea's mother, and would argue with us that she was. Also my other friend Hi Kyung was from North Korea, when Chelsea was born she looked Asian. In Paris people would ask if Hi Kyung was the mother, and when we said no that I was her mother, the Parisians would nod and say, "Oh you are married to her brother."
Nobody believed I was her mother, except Chelsea and that was all that mattered.
Another memory is:
2) When she acted like a little dog, crawling and barking under the long wooden tables at Marche Saint Pierre (a famous fabric store in Montmartre) she had on a baby pink stripped outfit that was black from dust after rolling around under those tables! But oh the fun of chasing her in that big fabric store, under those long old tables drapped with silks, lace, velvets, brocades…
Everyone should visit Paris once in their lives.
And dare I say live their once when they are young.
The comments are wonderful, boy do I have my work cut out for me! Thank you so much for the good guidelines and tips! I appreciate them all.
Two favorites are (because they speak directly to what most of us long for when traveling, and the winners of the cups are:
Tammigirl, "My #1 tip, for anyone traveling to Paris is to take the train to Versailles and spend a full day (at least) walking the grounds. You'll find parts they never advertise in brochures, but I think they should. You'll find parts of your soul you didn't realize existed."
TeriSalvo: "Visit the Quiet Corners of Paris as outlined in the small book of the same name. When all that is the wonderfulness of Paris overwhelms the senses these are the places that reset your compass."
Thank you, thank you! Now I have some work to do!
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