Does France change? According to the news, oui. But according to this 1995 guide book that I somehow own without knowing how, maybe less? That was the last time I spent more than a couple of afternoons (and three buses including the EuroDisney shuttle) in Paris.
I’m going back next week. A long weekend, taking Ryan who’s never been, and seeing if 1995’s greatest hits are still there — the Tour l’Eiffel and le whatnots? Maybe the little restaurant where I ordered my first glass of wine, half my life ago?
That seems like a million years from here — but on the map it’s only an hour flight. The proximity is now, and not taking advantage of that? Je ne regrette rien, and all. Plus, I’m packing all my verbs AND conjugations.