Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.

I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Paris: One Year Later

One year later, and it still happens all the time.  I'll be at my desk.  Or on the golf course.  Or in a favorite watering hole.  And the thought comes to me.  "I can't believe I actually did it---I went to Paris!"

Then I close my eyes just a moment and let it all wash over me again.  My lovely hotel. Liebling's places.  Sitting where he sat at a long Benoit lunch while it poured outside.  Going back to Benoit and doing it all over again.  Reading in the Jardin du Palais Royal. The scent of food cooked on an open brazier in a small house.  Laughing with waiters.  Drinking Calvados.  Sitting as long as I wanted in a cafe eating roasted duck, drinking wine and writing in my notebook as the elegants strolled by. The food.  The WINE.  Scarves.  My friends at the Pledge Bar.  Antiquities and Mona Lisa at The Louvre.  Moderns at Pompidou Centre.  Impressionists at L'Orangerie.  The RAIN.  The ladies.  The food.  The WINE. Wandering down the Champs Elysees.  Meeting nice people at adjoining tables.  Drinks at Harry's New York Bar.  Drinks at the Ritz.  Cheese courses.  Wandering aimlessly for hours. Drinking strong coffee with milk out of huge cups. Riding the Bateauxbus to see the Eiffel Tower.  Meeting another solo traveler from Kenya at the Champs du Mars and taking each other's photos.  Eating crepes smeared with hazelnut cream sold from walk up stands. Eating snails. The little stalls of the bouquinistes selling books, trinkets and "naughty" post cards along the Seine.  Personal tours of the Left Bank, Montmarte, and Versailles. Hot chocolate at Angelina.  Fixing a shiny brass lock with the names of the Irish Redhead and The Future Rock Star written on it to the Pont Des Arts.  The Café Beaux Arts.  A girl and a pack of cigarettes. Taillevent, Taillevent, Taillevent.

I still can't believe it. 

Here, at home, people have said more than once..."well, I guess you've got THAT out of your system now, right?"  Paris doesn't work that way.  For those of us who are prone to Great Loves, and who love such places, Paris is always inside.  Deep.  And, whether or not we are ever lucky enough to make the voyage, or ever lucky enough to return, Paris remains.  Sparkling in  the rainy evening light.


Anonymous said...

I understand. We are coming up on the one-year anniversary of our last visit, with no immediate plans for a return, although we will...someday.

M.Lane said...

New, thanks for the visit and comment! I sure hope to go back but this trip was so good that even if I don't have the opportunity I am pretty good with it.


William Widmaier said...

True, once you've met Paris she does stay with you forever. But Paris, with quiet anticipation, awaits your return. And a gentleman does not keep such a lady waiting too long.

And then there is the rest of the French family to be met; from Lyon to la Cote d'Or, the Loir valley to Normandy (home of Calvados!), Bordeaux to Provence, oh my mystical Provence, where the butter has turned to olive oil and the wine soaks in the sun.

Sir, your travels are not over, they have only just begun!

M.Lane said...

William, I SO hope you are right!!! I think about going back almost daily. I'd love to go and explore other parts of France too.

Thanks as always for your comments!

tintin said...

I don't know about you but I just went back through your post.

M.Lane said...

Tintin, thanks for your visit and comment!!!


Unknown said...

Beautifully written.

We are kindred spirits in our affection for and preoccupation with France. I offer my condolences, as I understand the longing, and wish you the gift of a sharp memory until you travel again.

France remains the only vacation I have taken where I did not want to come home.


M.Lane said...

Julie that is so nice! I agree. My wife said that the only restriction she put on me for the trip was that I return home!!!