The City Of Light

Coming to Paris is something I wanted to do for a very long time. It’s one of those cities that’s been on my cultural radar for years, but up until a few months ago, it never seemed like feasible possibility.

The fact is, Paris intimidated me. The French have long had a reputation for being rude, stuck up and unfriendly. Not to mention all of their admirable qualities (stylish, sophisticated, well cultured) that scared me too! All that rolled up into one large croissant of a society is a lot to take in. Especially when you’re just one a single man skipping across the Atlantic to say bonjour!
But there comes a time in your life’s journey when you realize your fears are completely irrational, and instead of allowing those thoughts to rule actions, you man up and own your power!

So I came to Paris to be embrace that fear. To be tested outside my boundaries. I came to Paris because my soul cried out for an adventure where no one would be around to catch me if (when?) I fell. I came to Paris to grow, evolve and blossom into my fully, fabulous self.

Looking back, I don’t know how I made it in one piece.

The city is massive and huge and bigger than any place I’ve been to before (or maybe it seemed bigger because I was here by myself?). Not even all the studying I did prepared me for my grand entrance on Le Metro. With the grace of God’s fortune (and several connecting trains), I found my home away from home with everything in tow.

When the jet lag wore off, I woke up in a world filled with light. A colorful, vibrant, awakened city filled with artists and dreamers who work with bourgeois fashionistas; business men who live alongside street people; and sophisticated yuppies who put up with visiting tourists (me!). A community – a harmonious collective whole.

It’s a place where there is an appreciation for the beauty in life and the way of life – food, culture, art, fashion, society, liberty, happiness. It’s celebrated while walking down the street clutching a warm baguette or riding the metro home and reading the daily news.

I came here with the expectations of visiting a city that was out of my league. Fun to visit and admire, but untouchable and inaccessible. But what Paris has given me is a free lesson on how to dream, how to live, how to be exactly who I am and to love every piece of that.

Like a scene straight out of Amelie, my Parisian experience has showed me that it’s OK to wear red socks with blue pants and purple sneakers because if that’s who I am, then that’s my gift back to this beautiful world in which we live.

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6 thoughts on “The City Of Light

  1. Oh Ryan, so good to see a post from you and one that is “manifique”!!
    Congratulations on your trip to Paris…something I too have always dreamed up but, unlike you, have never accomplished.
    Thank you for taking us along…
    Mare

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  2. Ryan nice to see you back. Your stories and pictures are outstanding, beautiful to read and see. Worth the wait always…. but I would never object to being spoiled.

    I love Paris, it is a beautiful city and the food is to die for. I’ve hate a love/hate relationship at times with the Parisians but on reflection I think it was more me.

    Marci beaucoup mon ami.

    Annie

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  3. I have checked your blog several times recently, and I am so happy to see that you have (finally) updated! I have always wanted to go to Paris. It’s on my bucket list. Enjoy your journeys, and update often!

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  4. RYAN ,RYAN ,RYAN, YOUR A SHOT OF SUNLIGHT TO ME. SO GLAD YOUR BACK POSTING. IT’S BEEN TO LONG BUT IT’S YOUR BLOG AND YOU CAN DO WHAT YOU WANT ON IT. I FIND AS I GOT OLDER I DO AND SAY WHAT I WANT AS LONG AS I DON’T HURT ANYONE. EVEN THAT CAN HAPPEN NOW ON THEN IF SOMEONE BACKS ME IN A CORNER BUT I ALWAY SAY I’M SORRY. GREAT BIG HUGS. WHERE THE BOOK SIGNING GOING TO BE? WAITING. TIME IS TICKING FOR ME. I NEVER MADE IT TO PARIS. I ALWAYS WANTED TO GET THERE. MAYBE IN MY NEXT LIFE. GREAT BIG HUGS.
    GRANNY TG

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  5. Hi Ryan,
    What a wonderful post! I loved Paris also and had the same misgivings as you. I found the people to be lovely and different then I had expected. All in all, I had a fabulous time and I hope you have the same! Enjoy!!!
    Hugs, Beth

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  6. Wonderful post! You’re very brave! What an amazing adventure. Good on ya mate!

    I’m living in Sydney Australia for a year (totally escaped a Canadian winter…yay). I understand the “comfort zone” thing….at least they speak English here! 🙂

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