Its always an interesting experience returning to your roots. And I’m not necessarily talking about a place you grew up or a place where you were born. Rather, a source of inspiration. Somewhere where you learned about life and about yourself. For me, or for this blog I guess, the inspiration was drawn from my time spent in the 15th arrondissement of Paris- a quartier named Grenelle on the west side of the city.
Our AirBnb is a very petit studio in this little corner of Paris. There isn’t much of it, but what there is is pretty perfect. Our window leads to a small table in the courtyard where, so far, we have spent our evenings with glasses of wine, conversation, and recap.
Walking around Grenelle is like walking with an old friend (which I also did). So many things at the base are exactly the same, but there is a change. There are new stories, new things to discover or re-discover. There are things that make me nostalgic: the restaurant on the corner where I first tried escargot, taking the metro from Charles-Michel (mostly at night, running about an hour late to meet our friends), the boulangerie where I loyally bought my baguettes, the list goes on.
But on my recent trips back to Paris over the course of the last year, I’ve made new traditions too. Grabbing a matcha latté from Café Kitsuné and taking a walk through the jardin de Palais Royal, taking a stroll over the pont Alexandre III just to have a look at the city and a view of the Eiffel Tower majestically standing over the Seine.
I still incorporate old ones as well: getting a veggie stew take away from Bob’s Kitchen and having a little picnic in the square by Centre Pompidou.
This is my Paris, and its the one I always keep coming back to.