Looking Up in Paris
When you’re accustomed to living in a place, you can quickly get lost in the process of getting from one place to another, mindlessly walking the route you know by heart, lost in your thoughts. Even in a city as beautiful as Paris, it’s easy to wander down a street without taking any notice of the intricate details and remnants of history that surround you. If someone ever asked me the best way to see Paris, I would simply tell them to look upwards, because perched high above the goings on of this beloved city is another world entirely. It could be a glimpse of a lavish chandelier through the window of someone’s apartment (voyeurism is almost essential in Paris). Or a well-tended garden overflowing through the metal curls of a wrought-iron balcony, or identical window boxes growing the same elegant blooms across several floors of a building. It’s also where you will often find old Paris, be it in weathered signage, an engraving, or a street number that may seem like any other, but in fact represents what was once the residence of a literary great, iconic artist or revered thinker. As devout Parisian Marcel Proust was known to say, travelling isn’t about seeking new landscapes but seeing things with new eyes. And by simply looking upwards, I find my perspective shifts entirely and the city is born anew.