The Armchair Traveller: Trip to Paris

The Journey

“Our battered suitcase were piled on the sidewalk again, we had no longer ways to go. But no matter what, the road is our life.” - Jack Kerouac

In Paris, France

One bright morning in Paris, Matt is strolling along the Seine river. The powerful attraction draws a remarkable number of tourists near, mirroring every structure and alongside the city’s reflections. People bring picnics and wine while others play guitars, creating a sunny and amazing ambiance. Matt sits on a wooden bench where the astonishing view will never fail him. He thinks of the majestic Notre Dame de Paris, the overwhelming sight of the Eiffel Tower, and the lingering smells of the Chocolat in the sidewalk café. To him, he wouldn’t want any other place than where he is right now.

His thinking refrained when a soccer ball was thrown near him, followed by several boys. He passed the ball. “Merci, merci!”, boys shouted. He smiles.

The first trip

Two years ago was my first time in France. My memories are fresh as the newly baked loaves of bread from local patisseries. It is impossible to disremember. I booked the Dover-Calais ferry and drove from London with my lovely girl, Jenny.

Blissfully, we had cruised the river, passing every bridge and scenic views, canals, and monuments. We both fell in love.

It was a dark evening however stars and lights illuminates the whole city. All came back to me- the views, ambiance, native people, moments, and above all the most beautiful girl whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. I asked Jenny if she feels the same. I asked her that if she will allow me to love her with all that I am, I will never let her go.

Back to reality

My eyes rolled from one place to another. I am still in the park and the children are still playing soccer ball. In the deep dream, I woke and realized that my feet are on the ground again.

It’s been two years, and I really missed my wife. We got married then after we knew her cancer is taking over her body. My loving wife died a year after.

Jenny is gone and my world fell apart. Her memories remain and some part is here in Paris. I learned that it is not only a lovely place but also became a home and a dwelling place of my heart.

I saw Jenny, my wife, for the last time. We are strolling in the park along the Seine river with stars in her eyes.

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