At this point it goes back a long way. It was 1990 when I rented the apartment in the 13th.
I would walk down Goblin to the rue Mouffetard enjoying the sights and smells. Fabulous for a guy who really had no reason to expect to visit on a one day tour no less enjoy the finest city in the world for five weeks.
The apartment was across from a great boulangerie and I had many a patisserie over the weeks as well as the fresh bread each morning and afternoon. I really liked the butter, bread, and espresso. Actually, the fact that a great cup was always served was a real treat.
I returned to Paris in 1992 after a lengthy car trip that included Austria, Spain, Italy, and Southern France. This time the apartment was in the 3rd so the neighborhood included the Place Vosges. I loved spending time there during the summer and went as well to the Jardin du Luxembourg. The Luxembourg was a bit of a walk but a must do since there was live music each summer late afternoon.
I didn’t get back to Paris again until 2000 and this for a rough month. The weather was bad and my love of walking in beautiful Paris upended. I spent a lot of time looking for an apartment to buy but ended up empty handed.
In 2002 I returned again, bought a car and drove to Provence. This began a lengthy house hunt which continued until 2010. During that time I visited Paris for a very cold December, and in 2004, 2006, and 2008.
Quite a history with the most beautiful city in the world.
I’ve seen a number of changes and learned my way.
Today I see a Paris both public and hidden. The tourist worn Paris is becoming, sadly, a cliche; an inevitable outcome of being loved too much. However, some remains of the genuine can be found which is also true of France generally.
I look forward to each visit but know the frustration that comes with change is a part of growing old, I have too much to compare.