Exactly six Mondays ago, I was squeezing as much as I could out of my last two days in Paris. I had to work during the day, as money was (and continues to be) very tight, but I was happy to head to my last Anglopreneurs’ meeting. Not only was I happy to see the people that have supported me through my entrepreneurial journey in Paris, but I was happy to walk along the Seine and admire my favourite structure in the world: Notre Dame de Paris. Here is a photo that I took that day:
And here is what Notre Dame looks like now:
When I moved to France, I did not realize how much Paris had been calling me through my entire life. All of my favourite stories happened in Paris. Moulin Rouge, Les Miserables, Anastasia. And of course, the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
This place was the heart of my Parisian experience. I performed in front of her, writing letters to strangers from beneath a mask. I walked through her and only realized just how gigantic she was when I noticed a balloon had escaped to the ceiling. I walked atop it and touched the stones of the peaks, wondering how old they were and if stones liked being so far off the ground. I sat at her feet and ate sandwiches with old friends, wrote sappy poems about her, and watched the rats secretly frolic at her feet. I have seen the man who feeds the pigeons and tried and failed to use her public restrooms, which seem to always be locked.
Every Monday on my way to tap class, I would get out of the metro and look to my right to see her. I loved just knowing she was there. I always wanted to be close to her. And now I feel so far away that my heart just aches. Today I am far away from where I am, and not fully where I want to be. Je pense a toi, Paris. Tu me manques tellement aujourd’hui.