Last Updated on 24th September 2017 by Sophie Nadeau
Paris has the allure of marmite; you either love it or you hate it- and there’s not much anyone can do to change your mind either way… As my seventh month in the city of lights draws to an end, and with my return to England to finish my degree swiftly approaching, it’s never struck me how true the words “Paris is always a good idea” really are. That famous quote by Audrey Hepburn has been touted time and time again… and yet I’ve never truly appreciated them until now.
During the month of April, I was lucky enough to see Paris in its full glory, under the spring blooms that have decorated the trees for the past couple of weeks. (Click here to find out where to find the best cherry blossom spots in the city). With the April showers, came just about every weather condition ; sleet, snow, hail, thunder, rain, fog, mist, haze and even blistering hot heat for a couple of days.
Even during the snow, the city was magical, and there was still always something to see or do.
Paris is always a good idea because no matter what the weather, the city never loses its vibrance. In the heat, there are a multitude of parks to visit, gelatos to taste and fairground attractions to ride. With the cold comes hot chocolates, museum days and friendly pubs to hang out with friends over a glass of wine or a pint or two. Continual fashion shows and seasons means that there is never shortage for wardrobe inspiration and the constant search to find the perfect dish by many a chef means that there is never a shortage of new dishes for every palette.
Paris really has it all.
From the age of twelve, I knew I wanted to move to the city of lights; I had those cliche posters hanging on my walls, completed my graded art project at the age of sixteen as a sculpture of the Eiffel Tower. If I’m honest, my university choice was partially based on the ability to partake in a year abroad that would allow me to fulfil my dream of moving to Paris. Because Paris is always a good idea, of course!
Before moving to the city of lights, I’d visited twice; both times at the age of eighteen- once for an extended long weekend with my family and the other time a quick drive through at night on my way home from another French region.
Both times I was lucky enough to see the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower and both times I experienced the inexplicable draw to the city of love.
And so as my seventh month in Paris draws to a close, I’ve realised that come rain or shine, Paris will always be Paris. And it will be beautiful.
Paris is always a good idea.