Comments on: 10 Memories of Paris That Make Me Happy

By: Jeff Titelius

Jeff Titelius — Sat, 08 Oct 2011 19:27:44 +0000

“Flaky, buttery, crispy, doughy. Dreamy.” That says it all about gay Paree!! What a wonderful collection of memoirs my friend…and beautifully written too!! You really immerse readers in those jaw dropping views from the places you mention above. I have one more to add – the spectacular view from the top of the bell tower of Notre Dame. From there, it’s the hallowed halls of the Louvre and sitting down at a tiny sidewalk bistro on the Ile de la Cite and sipping cafe!! That’s Paris!! Loved this post.

By: Whineaux (Dawn)

Whineaux (Dawn) — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 18:07:04 +0000

Ahh Paris. It infuriates me to hear people telling me how rude Parisians are especially when I see how Americans behave. They are warm delightful people who know how to say hello and take the time to enjoy a meal.

My favorite memory? Impossible. Paris is a gift that makes my heart soar when I think of being there. My husband and I took our first big trip together to Paris. We spent a week diving in and out of cafe’s, and wine bars, getting lost on the metro, meeting locals, perusing food markets and buying a $70 t-shirt because the lady was too kind for me to not buy it.

I agree whole-heartedly about the misconception of Parisian rudeness. I find nothing further from the truth! And it sound like you have been seriously bitten by the Paris bug Takes one for know one!

By: Kasia

Kasia — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 00:28:06 +0000

My first memory of Paris as a student, was being completely taken with the architecture and beauty around every corner. I found a charming little bistro (aren’t they all?) and ate dessert followed by dinner. Sitting by the dessert tray, I could not resist! I was alone that weekend but felt that high of being in love. So many more stories from following visits…Now that I am living in Paris, and in love I might add, I try my best to experience the city through the fresh and eager eyes of a tourist. I need to do this more often

You are one lucky girl, Kasia. Thanks for sharing your memories with us!

By: Paulita

Paulita — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 11:51:01 +0000

I had a first in Paris when I was 20 that I can’t repeat here… But we traveled to Paris as a family when my kids were little and went into a lovely bakery near the Arc de Triomphe. Two of my children chose yummy pastries and the third chose a KitKat bar. We still tease him about it now that he’s 16. Why go to Paris? Just run down to the 7/11 and get a KitKat.

I love these sweet little stories. It’s funny what people remember Thanks for sharing!

.-= Paulita´s last blog ..Baby Texts =-.

By: Keith

Keith — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 09:30:57 +0000

Another memory I have of Paris is career-related. I was there for a meeting (when I was still a banker) where I was told that I’d not been chosen for a director’s position. I’d worked really hard to get to that point and hearing the news was devastating. It wasn’t a happy moment – it was quite literally the beginning of the end of my banking career. With hindsight, I can now say that that was a life-defining moment and I’m happy it happened….. in Paris!

It’s never fun when it actually happens, but later on you look back and say ‘thank goodness’ that happened. Just think, you wouldn’t be here today if it didn’t I’ve had several of those in my life.

.-= Keith´s last blog ..Ten things to do in Manchester =-.

By: Keith

Keith — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 09:23:22 +0000

Fab memories indeed! One of my best memories of Paris was sitting at the very edge of the Ile de la Cité, near Pont Neuf, one evening with my best friend and watching the boats pass by. We hadn’t seen each other in years and we sat there talking for hours about our childhood and how we’d grown up since, each going our different ways. We decided to leave past midnight, only to find that the gate to the street was locked. It was a tall gate with an equally tall iron fence which stretched right over the edges of the river. There was no way to climb over the gate so we had to climb around it, with the Seine beneath us. We made it safely to the other side and started laughing. It was a magical moment!

Keith, what a memory. Thanks so much for sharing it. It made me giggle

.-= Keith´s last blog ..Ten things to do in Manchester =-.

By: Jenni

Jenni — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:09:43 +0000

Picnics on the Champs de Mars in front of the Eiffel Tower, walking down the treelined Boulevard Saint-Germain in the spring, smelling the boulangeries before you see them, the view of the Seine and Eiffel Tower from the top of Bazaar de l’Hotel de Ville (BHV), the Saint-Ouen flea market, the middle eastern food at Chez Marianne in le Marais, the rotten sweet smell of the metro (weird, I know).

Thank you for reminding me why I love Paris.

You are most welcome. Thanks for sharing why YOU love it so much, Jenni! Don’t even get me started on the flea markets

By: JoAnna

JoAnna — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:02:57 +0000

I can’t wait to go to Paris someday. I would love to eat a croissant that doesn’t come out of a plastic container at an American grocery store.

Oh, JoAnna – those are not croissants – those are just buttered rocks

.-= JoAnna´s last blog ..5 Questions with a Cruise Travel Guide =-.

By: Gray

Gray — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 17:22:18 +0000

Oh, wow. I hope my first experiences in Paris are as lovely as yours! It makes me want to hop a plane tomorrow! I am sure they will be Gray. Let's get you over there....pronto! .-= Gray´s last blog ..Recommended Reads, March 7, 2010 =-.

By: Marta Szabo

Marta Szabo — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 16:09:58 +0000

What to pick? The tiny studio we rented for 2 weeks near the Arts & Metier metro stop. The Metro itself! Those whitewashed tunnels. The conveyor belts that speeded you along. The MonoPrix! Cheating at the Metro turnstile and helping the next guy cheat too. The Eiffel Tower at night from below. Uh-oh, I think we were only supposed to pick one! The perfect piano concert we heard in a church on the RB near Notre Dame. Shakespeare & Company! The best bookstore in the world! Okay, I’ll stop. But you know I could go on!

Marta, no worries- there was no limit on memories! I love Monoprix too