A Rudolph the Reindeer nose on a Parisian sculpture
Yes, some jokester actually scaled the statue in order to do this…
It’s funny what memories we hold in our minds after we visit a place.
Many years ago I was an exchange student to France during one summer in high school. I lived with a French family who had three daughters. The eldest was named Bea, and she was a B (if you know what I mean). I remember the very first dinner they served me (seared tuna and ratatouille) and the bidet in the bathroom (of which I was more than a little afraid). I also remember trying oysters for the first time, and my host parents offering my 16 year old self cocktails before dinner.
But you know what? I honestly don’t remember much else. I don’t remember what France looked like, and I don’t even remember seeing all the famous sights.
That’s why visiting Paris over the last Christmas holiday as an adult, I felt overwhelmed by the sights and how pretty they are. In fact, I was continually distracted by chocolate displays among other things.
This trip, I noticed all kinds of details my adolescent self couldn’t be bothered with like flowers, the expressions on the faces of sculptures, and shop windows and took pictures of all of them (I blame it on Pinterest).
In any case, here are my favorite street scenes of Paris.
I am sort of in love with this window display of stacked book and flying pigs.
Creepy gargoyle, but I love it
When you travel, do you tend to remember the experiences or the sights?